Late night musings
26 April 2006
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There’s something about the wee hours of the night that becomes me like a second skin.
That unbecoming silence, that deathly stillness, the smell of the night dew, the feeling of being completely alone.
The odyssey of space and silence.
Wrapped in my toasty quilt. Wrapped in thoughts of all colours. Dark. Light. Feeling like I am standing all alone in this world.
The vulnerability is strangely enabling. It makes me want to shake my fist at the world. It makes me want to shout out loud with all the fury I could muster.
Unsettling, the night is.
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