I'm tired.
I've been staying up late lately. Not late, like 11pm, late like REALLY late. And waking up around 8am simply because I can't stand the taste of my own retainer breath. I can't sleep without my retainers in. But I usually don't sleep much anyway. I have this thing where I stay up until I can't take it anymore and then just pass out, and then wake up early. This continues for about three days. Then the fatigue has been building up for a few days and I go to bed at a reasonable time and wake up around 11am. That's my idea of a good sleep schedule. Right now, I'm at the end of my staying up until the wee hours of the night, and I think I'll go to bed at 11 and get a good 12 hours of sleep. Hehe.
When school starts I have no clue what I am going to do.
When I stay up late, sometimes I just sit and think. My head is often too busy to shut up and go to bed, so I take advantage of it and write and play the piano. For some reason night is always primetime for emotion.
Sometimes I just want to scream at the glowing moon.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Dreamland Is An Odd Place
You finally are lulled off into that rare, distant land that the common homosapien calls "sleep". You get the inevitable sensation of falling into a dark and mysterious hole. This time, you don't flinch awake grabbing at the sheets, relieved. You keep falling. And falling.
Finally, the impact you anticipated to be immensely painful turns out to be just a soft bounce. Whatever you landed on vanished. As you take in your new surroundings, you realize that you are about three feet away from shore and the sun is rising. The feeling deep in your bones is not exhaustion, but rather... Exhilaration. You crawl to dry land. A speck of shiny something catches your eye about 5 yards ahead in the sand. The sky is painted seemingly by the hand of God with pinks, roses, burnt oranges, and pale yellows. Fine white sand burries itself deep into your fingernails. There's no way this is real life. Anywho, your own curiousity rather than need for survival presses you to move forward. You stand up and walk ahead, taking in the thick jungle several hundred feet away. A smooth surface underneath your foot- the shiny something- is warm. It must have been there awhile. The sand around it falls away after you touched it with your finger. A door. You think this is way too odd, but you are not afraid. The door easily opens and you peer into its contents. Just some water. This would all seem weird to the normal human being, but it's perfectly normal to you. You sit in the sand and stick your feet in to rinse off.
All of a sudden, you are being pulled into the "room". The water evaporates. You are again falling and tumbling through dimensions of time and space but again, you are not afraid. Cool wind touches your face as you plunge into the darkness and breezes through your hair. You look up, and the light of the nice beach is now the size of a golf ball. You find this amusing for some strange reason, and you laugh out loud. The words "Go in peace," are spoken from an authoritative yet gentle and soothing voice. They echo throughout this so-called tunnel and resound in the walls of your mind.
You wake up feeling refreshed, with "Go in peace," still bouncing around in your subconcious mind. Wait, mind or memory? That question is answered when you discover sand lodged into your fingernails and sprinkled in your hair.
Finally, the impact you anticipated to be immensely painful turns out to be just a soft bounce. Whatever you landed on vanished. As you take in your new surroundings, you realize that you are about three feet away from shore and the sun is rising. The feeling deep in your bones is not exhaustion, but rather... Exhilaration. You crawl to dry land. A speck of shiny something catches your eye about 5 yards ahead in the sand. The sky is painted seemingly by the hand of God with pinks, roses, burnt oranges, and pale yellows. Fine white sand burries itself deep into your fingernails. There's no way this is real life. Anywho, your own curiousity rather than need for survival presses you to move forward. You stand up and walk ahead, taking in the thick jungle several hundred feet away. A smooth surface underneath your foot- the shiny something- is warm. It must have been there awhile. The sand around it falls away after you touched it with your finger. A door. You think this is way too odd, but you are not afraid. The door easily opens and you peer into its contents. Just some water. This would all seem weird to the normal human being, but it's perfectly normal to you. You sit in the sand and stick your feet in to rinse off.
All of a sudden, you are being pulled into the "room". The water evaporates. You are again falling and tumbling through dimensions of time and space but again, you are not afraid. Cool wind touches your face as you plunge into the darkness and breezes through your hair. You look up, and the light of the nice beach is now the size of a golf ball. You find this amusing for some strange reason, and you laugh out loud. The words "Go in peace," are spoken from an authoritative yet gentle and soothing voice. They echo throughout this so-called tunnel and resound in the walls of your mind.
You wake up feeling refreshed, with "Go in peace," still bouncing around in your subconcious mind. Wait, mind or memory? That question is answered when you discover sand lodged into your fingernails and sprinkled in your hair.
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