here i am in my bed and it’s a saturday night! and i spent it inside, alone, doing nothing in particular..
man. the quiet was nice at some points, healing.. peaceful.. at some points scary. all the sound starts up around 11pm on saturday night.. things get louder and more alive. i should be heading towards sleep cuz i gotta wake up early. it
gives me life to say that little boy had the slightest, most gentle dimples and that made me happy inside, it makes her happy to say autumn is screaming or that the night’s a soft sheet descending on the land and on the people…makes me feel like a real human to describe life this way
i am constantly observing the world from the outside, i don’t like to do insider things like care about our pop stars, i am not part of any of that. oh well.