Late Night Thoughts

I'm awake.

I'm lying here in my brother's room, turned guest room. 

It's 4 in the morning.

I guess I'm the guest. 

I'm the guestest guest of all guests. 

My brother took my room ever since I moved out. 

He's lucky.

That was an awesome room.

My room was isolated from the other rooms.

Disturbing anyone was never an issue.

Coming home late from a bar or club, I would bump and shuffle my way into the kitchen for the usual sandwich-making ritual. 

After my sandwich session in the kitchen, I would skip a few lovely skips into my slumbering chamber and into my cozy comforter. 

That room could tell you many stories. 

There's a story of how I fell in love. 

There's a story of how I had my heart broken. 

There's also the time I fell in love again.. Just to have my heart broken. 

Then there was a time where there was no love at all. 

Multiple pretty faces, but in essence the same girl, would walk in and out of my room. 

My mom didn't like that part of my life.

She said, "I'm a girl. So you must be nice to girls."

She made a good point.

I never liked being a player anyways.

It's never suited me. 

I'm more of a hopeless romantic. 

I would love to be in love. 

I'm thinking about dating again.

But that's always a mean to an end, or so I've been told. 

I believe everything will fall into place if I just stay aligned with my purpose. 

Don't get it twisted. My job isn't my purpose. 

But my purpose could eventually be my job.

That's something to think about.

Having a purpose makes me feel good.. And sexy. 

Getting my shit handled and getting creative to help many people.. Aww yeah. 

Help people feel good through writings and letting them know they aren't alone. 

I've been there too. Anyone can take control of their circumstances, not the other way around.

I guess I would first need to lead by example. 

I do a lot of guessing in the guest room. 

Goodnight.