February 27, 2009

  • What is it about night that's so frighteningly alluring? It makes us thrive, though it hurts with every second that passes by. Maybe we can bare ourselves to a judge-less place. Or, more likely, it just is an enrapturing thing of its own being.

    I feel liberated in it, wanting to shed tears in futile or rock myself with emotion in blind hope. Does life come with a price?

    I've had this sickly urge for sugar today. I go a full few weeks avoiding soda and eating relatively healthily (when actually eating) and then, almost out of no where, I feel the need to down 2 bottles of orange soda and a butt load of candy. Oh well.

    Can't remember if I wanted to say much else. Need to finish paper.... Hope you all enjoy New York. I expect stories and pictures.