Short.

My posts are usually short. This time too.

Its late, twelve minutes to midnight as I type this.

There is a strange feeling at heart. Its a feeling I've had before, so its not really strange, is it? Oh, but it is. Because its strange-r than the previous strange I experienced.

Sometimes when I can't sleep, I find things online. Its always interesting to read things that people write when they are awake late at night. The world is so different at this time of the day. (The song Remember Me as a Time of the Day popped in my head, I love it that happens).

Now that the song is in my head, the mood has changed. I'm smiling. A sad smile maybe? Maybe. Memories. Memories remind you. I always say you, never I. Its easier that way,  isn't it? To talk about someone else.

If only I could fool myself.


Where would I be, if not here. Disconnected thoughts appear, but are they disconnected at all? Everything is connected, its only that I don't see the thin hair-like, translucent fibers that hold it all together.

If everything is what is, where does the is, that isn't yet, come from?

Go, listen to Remember Me as a Time of Day and tell me what you feel.