Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Silence is only relative to the faintest sound you can hear
It's for in the mourning, and there is a calm melancholy brought about by the dark stillness of the world's soundless sleep. But there is no silence, for if you listen hard enough and the place is free enough of distractions, you will notice it is but a single note that borders between the highest audible pitch and what, like batsong, is inaudible to the naked ear. And in the same way one's eyes cannot be shut once they are opened, it will be impossible to shut this maddening, deafening buzz of a silence from your ears. So you stare blankly at a wall in front of you, a tortured wait for your slowly fatiguing body to once again free you from this reality, if only for a few hours before the world demands you to go get up and havemake some breakfast amidst the increasing noises of a waking world you nevertheless watched sleep.
"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake."
--Fight Club.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Fooled around
We agreed to fool everybody,
Even each other.
In the end, though,
We did such a good job of it
That I'm starting to wonder
If we've already fooled ourselves.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Cheesy lines have been filling my brain since the moment I heard Patrick Nuo's "Beautiful" on the radio
She's the rising sun above a lakeThat warmly kisses you awake
She's the hundred thousand cricket calls
That liven up your forest strolls
She's the rush of wind blowing through your hair
As you speed off to God-knows-where
She's a thunderstorm seen from far away
That lights the dark sky as bright as day
She's the dark and contemplative hush
Of a sleepless night from a coffee rush
She's the waves that rock you as you snore
After laying all day on an ocean shore
She's the lantern with the golden beams
That guides you to your pleasant dreams
She's the reason you just love to say
"Life is one big summer holiday"
