I've talked to enough people to know that I am not alone in my odd and strangely deep thought processes as soon as my head hits the pillow. It seems like my brain decides that's the perfect time to reflect on all the things I did throughout the day and how they could've been done better and what I didn't get done that I should have. It's also apparently the perfect time to reflect on what-ifs, both in a dreamy and also a terrifying way. Late night conversations tend to go either the route of insanely ridiculous, such as discussion over "chocolate cheese" or "The Great Dipper", or the deeply profound, such as "What do you think God is thinking as he's looking down on us right now?" or "If we're still together in 5 years, where do you see us?" Both trains of thought seem to perplex my boyfriend in the tired hours of night or wee hours of the morn.
One such late night ramble of the insanely deep woke me up with this set of lines resembling something like a poem. I'm not sure what it means, though I'd be interested in your interpretations, both serious and/or sarcastic.
The Late Night Poem?
I am sitting here, just standing still, like a freeze-frame ocean
Behind the photo there're vast waters teaming with thoughts crashing over one another
But to the world I am still, because I have to be
Because if I let out the noise they all look at me, they give That stare which calls into question my very soul
What am I worth? This vast ocean with its raging waters underneath a sea of calm...
Which part of me is real? Can one be reconciled to a raft that can stand the tide?
These thoughts of mine as I'm sitting here, standing still
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