Night Time Blues

So, here I am again. It's 03:15, and I can't get my fucking head to stop throwing incredibly stupid ideas around like a burning basketball that keeps coming back like a demonized boomerang. I guess there's just something really appealing about staying up, enjoying the silence and the complete lack of interference from others, while being able to look outside the window without having the sun light up the whole world and showing me how ugly it really is... One can get away with being ugly while in darkness... I like that. Night time allows me to look upon the buildings, streets and roads without discerning the cracks, the garbage and most of all the people who litter our everyday life. It gives the world a utopian look, which in turn gives me peace, and peace allows me to think freely and not worry about what happens when everyone else is awake.

Few are given the opportunity to reflect during their daily routines. You wake up, do your shit and go to sleep, without ever being given the option of stopping up and experience everything around you. I know I should be sleeping, preparing myself for tomorrow, but tomorrow isn't really that appealing to me. I like today. I didn't die, get mauled by a whale or stung by a bee... I survived today... Who's to say I'll be that lucky tomorrow?

Sure, it's a fatalistic point of view, but humor me. We all know that no one can predict the future. No one knows what's going to happen, so why not just stop time, at least for your own sake, and take a minute to just stare at the dark utopia you can discern from your window after the sun has hit the sack. Every now and then I spot a car driving past my house. It's irrelevant, but I notice it. In daytime I don't ever think twice about vehicles driving around, because there are too many, and they don't really matter. At night, I start to make up stories about the people in that car. What are they doing? Where are they going? What have they seen since the darkness fell?

Of course, there's an increase in crime during night because you're less likely to be seen, but fuck those assholes. From my point of view, they're just another shadow in my utopian world. Just another bump in the night you might say, another blob of darkness I can't see with my naked eye. Call it ignorance if you will, but to me, it helps me think of the world as a place I can bare to live.

So...

What can one do after nightfall? You can...ehm..

 

 

LOOK AT STARS!!!

PLAY HIDE AND SEEK WITH ANGELS FROM DR.WHO

RUN AWAY FROM SLENDERMAN

Actually, fuck that shit. Slender Man scares the living shit out of me (Puts both legs on sofa in case something is hiding under the sofa because scary shit hides under the sofa now I'm paranoid great going brain.... fuck.... fuck.... )

Fuck...

Fuck it. My brain just went over the top dipshit with me so I'm gonna watch my little pony and suck my thumb for awhile.

Fuck Slender Man...

I hate everyone who makes scary movies...

Slender GAYMAN... that's what I'll call him... slender gay fuck... man... whatever..

I'm watching ponies.. fuck off.