awake and away.

"She held the world upon a string,

But she didn't ever hold me.

Spun the stars on her fingernails,

But it never made her happy,

Because she couldn't ever have me.

I like going out at night.
Somehow some of the people I'm usually around during the day acts differently at night, given enough time that is. The absence of the sun plays a role I suppose. The dark changes them or something. You sort of feel hidden when you're out long enough.

The cups of coffee or RedBull or tea I keep gulping down to hold back the sleepiness and stiffling yawns at the back of my hand, call me nuts but I find these very satisfactory. I used to wish I could sleep at daytime instead. Sometimes I wished the night would never end at all.


I remember being in the passenger seat of a car, Frank Sinatra softly singing on the radio, and drops of rain was hitting the window. The street was drenched with orange light, reflected crystal like on the windshield. It was 2 am and he just drove around, taking random turns and stops. We didn't really do anything, barely spoke a word but it was one of those moments I will never forget for as long as I live. The feeling of content was too overwhelming.



Too bad it's not nice for a girl to be out until 5 am in the morning.
I really don't need another reason to be frowned upon, do I?
Oh well.

But who could love me?

I am out of my mind.

Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream."

- She Had The World.

ikan.

Current mood: wishing

Listening to: Love Me Dead