No matter how many cards you use, it's still a house made of fucking cards, and when it topples, which it will, it doesn't make the slightest noise for anyone to hear. Only the cards know, and cards can't talk.
I could never be an insomniac.
There's an amount of hope involved in going to sleep. Perhaps one of these nights will be my last and there will be no morning.
But I know I'm too strong for that. Sometimes I hate myself for it.
Instead, every morning I wake up. Every morning I open my eyes. Every morning I see a pair of hands cupping the world, accompanied by the phrase "Everywhere is just a journey away." Every morning, I get up, and I continue my journey. Every morning, for every part of me that died the night before, a new part is born, or an old part reborn.
I used to love the night. I still do. The night is beautiful... but often beauty lies in tragedy.
I could never be an insomniac.
There's an amount of hope involved in going to sleep. Perhaps one of these nights will be my last and there will be no morning.
But I know I'm too strong for that. Sometimes I hate myself for it.
Instead, every morning I wake up. Every morning I open my eyes. Every morning I see a pair of hands cupping the world, accompanied by the phrase "Everywhere is just a journey away." Every morning, I get up, and I continue my journey. Every morning, for every part of me that died the night before, a new part is born, or an old part reborn.
I used to love the night. I still do. The night is beautiful... but often beauty lies in tragedy.
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Gotta thank you for the comment in stirfrys journal. I couldn't have said it better myself.
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cool cool.. .i'm just glad someone read all the way through my rant.