Active Seconds

Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow, I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from random significants, to insignificants, to those who broke my heart to those of whom I broke. I think about the people that deserve apologies and the ones who will never get them. The room is so quiet and somehow my mind is so loud. It's enough to send someone insane because these things that I would usually not think about, I think about. Sometimes I hate it because it brings up thngs I rather never think of again. The split seconds before I succumb to sleep each night are the most active seconds of my life.