brokenhalo

Its 2:49am.

The cocktail of insomnia, Alice In Wonderland, and six and a half hours of hearing Tobey Torres' (If you know who that is, I'll be your best friend ) voice has put me in an interesting mindspace.

*yawn* excuse me.

I want to be labled with any word the suffix "istic" can be slapped on.

Artistic

Voyeuristic

Narcissistic

Optimistic

Pessimistic

Sadistic

Masochistic

Hedonistic

After 97 seconds of raining, all is still yet wet outside my window. No sound at all except for the the few drops still making its descent to the ground after having its travel interrupted by some tree, window ledge, or well placed gutter.

*yawn* excuse me again.

3:00am.

These are the thoughts that creep into my head when the rest of the world is sleeping....as I should be. Yet I feel is if I'd be cheated out of reality when I finally drift away and my dreams take hold.

Only to feel doubly cheated when my waking life begins anew.

*yawn*

*sigh*

A word needs to be created to describe this peacefully confusing place I'm in right now.

I'll get started on it as soon as I wake up...

...from waking up.