Midnight thoughts ❤

Well hello sugars. 🙂 

Here is midnight right now, or anyway, around midnight more or less – anyway, cheers to another sleepless night! Cheers to the insomnias, the sound of the night, the crystal clear sky, the moon quiding upon us and cheers, least but not last, to all the thoughts that burst into our minds in moments like this . . .


The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

– Poppy Z. Brite (author of Lost Souls)

Have you ever wondered why are you even alive? It’s funny how in these odd moments when i am quite tired, but still sleepless, instead of doing something others may call productive, i just sit around in my bed, stare into the void, enjoy the moonlight and fall into a seemingly out of nowhere black hole, full of thoughts that in the dim daylight are kept hidden – between shut lips – from the daily citizens surrounding each and one of us.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

Leonard Cohen

I recall one day, a while ago, when somebody mistook two words, it came up to my mind later on, that i don’t really get any of this life things – thank god this feeling is only temporary. Or should i always be aware…? Anyway, what came up to my mind was a silly idea about all the words we are using. I mean, nowadays people use i love you so often that it has lost its meaning long time ago. Also, who invented words? People who use sign language are missunderstood because we are used to our word to word one, but how can we anyway know that we aren’t mistaken the proper words with some other? For example, mean, has so many meanings. But who invented all those? Don’t know if I have ever brought this up to you . . . But

What if God or whoever the supreme power that rules upon us is, didn’t mean that mean would mean what it means?

Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

Emilie Autumn

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

William Shakespeare

And . . . Thus . . . That all time completely hard to understad, for me, at least, why do some people feel compelled and therefore, act so compelling, to say vile things to those surrounding them? 

Always be kind. Be you. Be the change. Hope Dream Wait ❤

Take care, xx Zoe xD

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