Sometimes, I wish nights like this went on forever.
The Blood Brothers drowns out the mechanical hum of the computer fan and the dim sound of mom's television next door. You just can't help but feel complete in the dim lighting that luminates the room so splendidly, casting shadows in all the right places and reflecting softly against the mirror and windows. The lamp still has its manufacture tags on it.
There's no such thing as silence here. You learn to tolerate the sound of cars constantly passing by, the yell of the television, the dim sound of someone talking. We're all just trying to tune out the world.
At this hour, it's hard not to feel content, relaxed, comfortable... safe with the soft light defying the outside so wonderfully and easily. And, yet... a satisfied morning will come to drown out any hope, destroying that beauty which will not be remembered upon waking. Disaffected and lonely, we're nothing short of alive.
When will we learn what a silly thing infinity is?
So.
Maybe I can write afterall. =p
I need a hug.