I am extremely tired to say the least. With work to be done and reading being a necessary must (due to an addiction of the 'Anita Blake' kind) there is no turning back.
As I write to you from the comfort of my uncomfortably darkened room I speculate upon what is... relevant, growing weary and painfully close to slumber I am aimlessly reaching out to a world of data and therefore search for something unreal to keep me from the evil salvation that is sleep.
I will tell of my day: I have battled the day to day life of a student in college, been to the depths of hell which is apparently a bookshop with books that are way overpriced (though they do have interior beautifully crafted leather bindings!) after being mocked by a fruit seller giving me a sixth orange when I only asked for five. Now to be confronted with my own stinging eyes and pained by the rhythmical snores of neighbouring civilians.
Even the snores seem to call me into a room filled with darkness and dreams, the normally intruding and may I say rather distracting noise has become a thing so soothing that it would seem to be a magical device kept for very serious cases of insomnia. could this be? all they need is someone to snore through a wall long enough and they would be away in the 'land of nod', a thing so powerful that even those running out of sheep to count fall into the world beyond reality.
"a flock of sheep that leisurely pass by one after one; the sound of rain, and bees murmuring; the fall of rivers, wind and seas, smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky- I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie sleepless..."
William Wordsworth obviously didn't live with a snorer.
and with that,
Goodnight! x
(01:44 A.M)
Poetic, and contrasting very much to how I saw your day :P
ReplyDeleteby the by, thats a lush picture :D also I commented after your comments, I'm not sure if you get messages for that or not.
ReplyDeleteThis is done at evil o clock. Erch how can you even get up in the mornings? O wait, you dont. Ha.
ReplyDelete