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sometimes the night is so heavy and charged with emotion that it makes me want to walk into the endless night and never come back. looking up, there's a single point of light stabbing through an otherwise boundless expanse of black. more like an affront, an obscenity than a guiding light, it disturbs the pattern, perverting the perfect simplicity and celestial harmony in the night sky.
and the feeling disturbed me so much that i came back home and wrote a paragraph about it. it was tangible; the atmosphere was heavy, suffocating. the night was inviting me to lose myself in its dark nothingness. stands to reason that if you can't feel, you can't be hurt. which is kind of the theme for my new blogskin too. [edit] the thing about bitching is, you always regret it the day after. therefore.... delete. [/edit] |
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