perksofbeingmel

Tonight I feel alone, though I should feel far from it.

Tonight I don’t feel like I’ll have anyone when everything falls apart. 

Tonight I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Am I meant to do anything?

Tonight I don’t think I’m meant for anything extraordinary.  

Tonight I’m settling for merely ordinary.  

Tonight ordinary is fine by me.

Tonight ordinary is all I will be.

Tonight I don’t know if I’ll ever be who I want.

Tonight I don’t know if I’ll ever get my shot.

Tonight if feels like being lonely is wrong.

Tonight it all feels like a sad love song.

Tonight I want more.

Tonight I want less.

Perhaps tonight is wonderful, perhaps tonight it is terrible. 

What if tonight is the greatest night to some one else?

What if tonight is supposed to miserable for myself.

Tonight I’m thankful for this life I’m able to live.

Tonight I’m at a tragic halt, thinking of how it all might end. 

Tonight I ask, “is this it?”

Tonight I stammer, “are you serious?”

Tonight I’m curious about my next birthday.

Tonight I’m missing the city that I love.

Tonight I’m furious at the littlest things.

Tonight I am blissful towards the biggest things.

Tonight is nothing more than just another tonight.