allan

The nights of laughter in Chicago seem like such a distant memory. The night closes in without remorse, without any sense of logical regret. The darkness of the early hours seem so satyrical the way things hum and rumble which you don't normally hear, like a morbid lullaby. My birthday has passed, and I think "Am I here?, Am I really 23" it seems so surreal. Yet I think the most paramount epiphany to come out of it all was finally figuring out who my friends really are, a present like that cannot be purchased in any store. But I digress, what is it about the darkness of night which pierces your soul, an almost forced period of introspection. Ideas, thoughts, dreams which could not have manifested themselves within the social confines of the sun as it shines down beckoning all to move about there business. I am left to wonder where this journey will take me next, i suppose there is nothing left to do but close my eyes and dream of bolder things. The sun is imminently coming and the world will awaken soon.

I am the great tree in the forest....I fear only one thing, that when I fall noone will hear me.