i think the reason why i stay awake and blog more often at night/early morn is because i'm more reflective, more receptive to my own thoughts and feelings then. its like a clear night sky, revealed for everyone to see.
my parents think i'm addicted to my laptop. they don't understand, my hands itch to write but they don't appreciate that i love fanfiction. how much i love reading others' work or writing my own. my old com is full of stories but i've saved only the best in my thumbdrive because i like to carry them everywhere. i doubt they know that.
i think watching air gear inspired my latest batch of poems and stories. plus the last few weeks of highs and lows, all of it gets interwoven into my stories. i deleted a story yesterday because it reminded me so much of the old us. i hate the new us -coz of stupidity, we aren't the same. not a single one of us remained the same. and for it to translate itself into my story, well, it stings badly.
nothing holds you down.like a bird,you soar way out of anyone's grasp.but when you're happy,you find me again.i can't take it anymoreso i'm leaving,but i'm not looking back.my heart, the keys, the lock.they might belong to youbut in time to come,they'll return to me.
what we could have been, 1:08 am.