it's weird.
just a thought.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
35. midnight
why can't all life happen after midnight? this is when my brain comes alive. there's something about the stillness and the darkness and calm serenity of the sleeping city below me that activates the neurons in my brain. i write. i sing. i clean. i organize. it's almost 4:30 am and i'm happier now than i've been all day.
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