These late nights, its nice to be up and spend some time with this familiar friend. On these late nights its so calm and silent, beautifully silent. I'm such a hermit at times, always keeping to myself in this room, thoughts pouring out my brain. I'm such the misanthrope at times because I realize I hate the huddled masses. I'm such the troubled artist at times, wanting to create but lacking the ambition to do so. I'm such the mute at times, most people like to talk, I like to listen. I'm such a...heh sun's up, goodbye old friend till we meet again. More reflecting to be done then.
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