the last refuge of the insomniac
winter has a strange effect on people. like a child crying for his mother's warmth, everyone i know is stretching a hand towards something. the accelerated arrival of nightfall each day perhaps makes us all realize our personal solitude that much more, makes us a little more pensive. this global search for the intangible announces its arrival annually in the form of text messages in my inbox. "i'm lonely," declares one. "i need something more," says another. my neighbor has been playing Kanye West's Heartless on repeat for the last four days.
i know honesty should be the standard speak and all, but sometimes all you want to hear is a white lie. so i refill the shot glass and blame it on the season. sometimes, we realize all we have against the cruelty of our own thoughts is one another. you smile, i know you'd do the same for me.
i know honesty should be the standard speak and all, but sometimes all you want to hear is a white lie. so i refill the shot glass and blame it on the season. sometimes, we realize all we have against the cruelty of our own thoughts is one another. you smile, i know you'd do the same for me.