on a cold dark night

midnight confessions of a libra

i’m still awake and tired, thinking about my day. wondering if i said the right thing, if they will like me tomorrow, rehearsing conversations in my head over and over again. there’s a pain in my back i feel the most lying here exposed to cold air. alone and consumed by night darkness this is where i feel most lonely, or most empty. not knowing really how to think clearly or how to get comfortable without arms around me seeming to fill me, someone who can give me a routine or the feeling of coming home or being home or just being


Northern lights over a campground, Yellowknife Canada


This is one of the more impressive Aurora borealis timelapses I’ve seen.