Strange process

As I lay here my thoughts drift to a time when things were better and not so dark.
I think of dreams I’ve had and people I’ve met. Where I get stuck is the lovers that have passed me by I miss some of them dearly and others could be let go so easy as if they meant nothing at all. I lay here alone with these passing thoughts trying to go to sleep and I’m only met with loneliness and heartache. One day soon I won’t be so alone and sad until then I will wait it out and wish I have someone to keep warm. I’m rambling now as if I don’t know what I’m doing these are the nights thoughts and I’m just the messenger.