You make lonely nights
HELLOOOOO LIVEJOURNAL!!...hi! Wow it is 2:23am and I have yet to feel the warmth of my bed...it is indeed a late hour for one such as myself, who used to fall into the gentle arms of slumber at the sweet hour of ten...*sighs* I should probably be off to that wonderful world of dreams...but I felt compelled to post here.
Yes I am afraid the late hour is getting to me...I am speaking in a sort of "elevated" way...but what is a woman to do? Who would deny me the right to say as I please? It pleases me to write this way, and although I am sure there are few who think it absurd, but my hands cannot produce any simpler words.
Alas this has its consequences. There shall be perhaps no meaning to this entry, since it is late and I am writing for writing's sake. Oh, what a mind I have that I cannot think of something interesting to ponder! Why do I even begin? Surely my mind has more to speak, to think, to breathe. Why can I only fathom so many tangible things when I am alone in the world of slumber? Why is it when I wish to speak my mind I can only trip over my cluttered thoughts? Why can I never dictate what I dream?
Out from my window, I can see the gentle snow blowing. It would perhaps look much more charming if the sky had not been so polluted by light. What is so good about the light? In the darkness at night, I can view everything in my dreams...but never clearly enough. Perhaps my dreams are like the snow in the polluted sky. From my point of view, I cannot see them well enough. Therefore, should I stop being comforted by the darkness and my dreams? Or should I let it become light enough so as to see the snow? Or am I just insane?
I'm not even sure what my mind is trying to put into this mess of words. Perhaps I should visit the light and ignore the dreams in the darkness at night, because in the light is the only time I wish to see perfectly anyway. Dreams are surely just that - muddy images which you may never know of.
But I am producing nonsense here -- really, all I want is to stop these restless nights.
Quote of the Day: "All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams."
Yes I am afraid the late hour is getting to me...I am speaking in a sort of "elevated" way...but what is a woman to do? Who would deny me the right to say as I please? It pleases me to write this way, and although I am sure there are few who think it absurd, but my hands cannot produce any simpler words.
Alas this has its consequences. There shall be perhaps no meaning to this entry, since it is late and I am writing for writing's sake. Oh, what a mind I have that I cannot think of something interesting to ponder! Why do I even begin? Surely my mind has more to speak, to think, to breathe. Why can I only fathom so many tangible things when I am alone in the world of slumber? Why is it when I wish to speak my mind I can only trip over my cluttered thoughts? Why can I never dictate what I dream?
Out from my window, I can see the gentle snow blowing. It would perhaps look much more charming if the sky had not been so polluted by light. What is so good about the light? In the darkness at night, I can view everything in my dreams...but never clearly enough. Perhaps my dreams are like the snow in the polluted sky. From my point of view, I cannot see them well enough. Therefore, should I stop being comforted by the darkness and my dreams? Or should I let it become light enough so as to see the snow? Or am I just insane?
I'm not even sure what my mind is trying to put into this mess of words. Perhaps I should visit the light and ignore the dreams in the darkness at night, because in the light is the only time I wish to see perfectly anyway. Dreams are surely just that - muddy images which you may never know of.
But I am producing nonsense here -- really, all I want is to stop these restless nights.
Quote of the Day: "All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams."