-Neil on a dropped guitar pick
I don't really have time tonight to write a proper post. I don't really have any news either, or nothing that can be decently condensed into a couple of paragraphs. Of course, news has never been something in which I specialized.
I slept comparatively well last night, a full eight hours at least. I've never really been good at sleeping either, although I love dreaming and I am a total bitch when tired. Every night since I was young and small and sleeping meant missing things that happened around me, lying down and turning off the lights has been such a depressing idea. At night, peaceful solitude can become almost loneliness. Yet going to sleep does not become any easier even after I finally succumb to fatigue and collapse on my inviting, queen-size bed.
Night is the best time to think. I'm not the first person to say that...most have come to that conclusion through individual experience. All the emotions of the day, suppressed until that moment of impact upon pillow, come crashing down on me like a wheelbarrow of paving stones. And my memories, so carefully stored and lovingly cherished, begin to leak out of the corners of my mind and swirl around me. If I love to dream, I love even more to think, and it is unthinkable that I should each day pass up an opportunity to do so.
I never really understood how someone could have the ability to fall asleep practically on cue, so soon after deciding to do so. The sleeping state of mind is one I find difficult to attain. I don't know whether I envy them for this, although I would perhaps enjoy this talent during more during my down periods, which occur from time to time and notably when the moon is full. I have already written about my hamster-like insomniac antics, therefore I shall not repeat myself.
Soo. Anyone know what a bande infernale is?
This road is my road.
4 comments:
this is a bit of a mish-mash comment on both neil's comment and the post.
in the summer, every night i would refuse to sleep until at least 4 in the morning, and even then i would just lie there in bed, unable to relax because all i could think about was "you know, sooner or later, i'm going to ahve to roll over and turn off that lamp beside me."
-alicia
i sleep almost instantly...
i find the best time to think is on public transit...i know i'm weird.
sleep is like a drug. no, im serious. its the only time you can ignore reality and fully get away from everything going on around you all the time. when you're asleep you don't have to worry about anything and you don't have to think about anything. you can just escape
and coming back hits you hard
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