The night likes to taunt me. It mocks me and seems to mess with my mind. It sings a wretched song of silence so loudly into my ears. It hates me.
Some moments I even hope to go to work, where the sounds of business and life dampen the night's evil chant...Where I'm busy and my mind is on the more meanial parts of my life. How pathetic. That's all I've been doing that last week-nothing but work. What am I talking about?
Oh God...why tonight?
I have work again, so early tomorrow and I shouldn't go out. But I can hardly take it. I don't even like working.
Who needs to sleep anyway, but who would want to linger and leave oneself vulnerable for the night to play its evil games on.
I can't be here right now. I simply have to escape before the night continues to serve me its tempestuous lashings of the thoughts of better times, when I actually enjoyed being in its presence...
Perhaps, the night misses me too...and that's why it does this.
Leave me alone!
No...don't. Please don't. ha. the moon. it's full. drat.
Some moments I even hope to go to work, where the sounds of business and life dampen the night's evil chant...Where I'm busy and my mind is on the more meanial parts of my life. How pathetic. That's all I've been doing that last week-nothing but work. What am I talking about?
Oh God...why tonight?
I have work again, so early tomorrow and I shouldn't go out. But I can hardly take it. I don't even like working.
Who needs to sleep anyway, but who would want to linger and leave oneself vulnerable for the night to play its evil games on.
I can't be here right now. I simply have to escape before the night continues to serve me its tempestuous lashings of the thoughts of better times, when I actually enjoyed being in its presence...
Perhaps, the night misses me too...and that's why it does this.
Leave me alone!
No...don't. Please don't. ha. the moon. it's full. drat.
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