Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Diary of a Zombie Insomniac, Part IV
I like writing at night. Many I know said the same thing.There's something about the combination of darkness, silence and insomnia that seems to make the expression of one's thoughts clearer, as if your muse just took your pair of foggy glasses and wiped them clean with a flicker of her pristine white t-shirt.
The eyebags suck, though. They make people think you're some quasi-goth who wears those patches of darkened skin as badges to authorize their demented view on life. That, or a druggie of some sort.
5 Comments:
i think it has something to do with nostalgia flying freely like a bat at night. and loneliness, the pressing need to fill an undefinable hole in us.
Wow.
I like your choice of words.
Yes, the ever-present hole. That empty space in you that only feels full when you're in good company.
in my case, those things, yes, and avoiding fights over computer time with my mom and three other siblings too. :)
Please, not my virgin ears!
Just kidding.
Nice to see you here dude.
Tulog ang katawan, gising ang kaluluwa.
Walang pipigil sa isipang gumagala.
Managinip nang gising sa ilalim ng mga tala.
Bulsyit @ 2:48 am. Hahaha.
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