sometimes, well, oftentimes the only thing I can hear is the deafening buzz of static. try to fill it with song, with images, with dreams, or anything I can get my hands on. whatever. it’s all silly. at the end of the day, I kind of am glad sleeping takes a huge chunk out of a ‘day’ knowing moments before slipping away to dream that tomorrow’s going to be a new day. Being hopeful. But you know the possibility that it’s all going to be the same old shit, unless the universe decides to realign itself in some way. but it’s hard to believe in that shit, I do believe it to a certain extent, but the truth is, we do have to change things ourselves.
I like looking at the sky, and the stars. It makes me feel small and irrelevant, infinite and alive. Doesn’t happen often tho, and if it does, the floating only lasts a few seconds. Okay, sleep. I feel that sleeping thing kicking in.
