I love sleeping late. I love how the nights turn so quiet and you feel like you're the only one alive. I love greeting the days (nights) goodbye, with those moments in my bed deep in thought before I fall asleep.
Found myself replaying moments in my head from the past and thinking what I would have done to change it. Or what would happen if things panned out differently. It's a habit, really.
The feeling never seems to go away. It comes and goes, and it always seem to catch up with me. Why is it so strong?
I will leave everything to the eyes of heaven. If it is meant to be, it will be.
(Exam ends this Friday!!!!!!!)
