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It's almost 3am, and I feel like the night is young.
What's wrong with me?
I fuckin love the night.
I can't wake up in the morning.
My thoughts aren't of insomnia, but of something else.
Night owl?
I hate the daylight.
The sun is nice to me, sometimes.
Like when I go for a long walk with a friend, or when I'm in desperate need of a tan.
It's also nice, during the summer, on a nice warm day at the beach with the family.
That's all it's good for.
I'll fuckin sleep in every morning, and not miss a thing.
Haha, Jasmine called me a vampire.
Long walks at night are the absolute best.
Just thinking clearly; no rude sounds of cars or people; no sun blurring my vision; neither worries about who I need to see nor when.
Just the dead silence of the night.
Darkness looming in one corner; mystery lurking in the other.
Just continue walking, listening to the stars, watching non-exsistent ghosts.
No one pestering me, asking me what the time is.
No one bugging me to answer their silly rhetorical questions.
No one at all.
Nothing but the silence of my thoughts.
My only wish is to have a camera that would, somehow, capture the thoughts and images in my brain.
For I only have these amazing ideas for split seconds.
Nothing to record them.
My dreams, my nightmares.
Thoughts that would take a lifetime to sort out.
What I do remember of my walks:
Freezing winds whipping around the neck, tugging at the collar.
Stumbling in the snow and ice.
'I wonder how Zach's feeling'
The trees are beautiful this time of day.
The streetlight provides their branches the perfect contrast against the midnight sky.
'Has Nicole gotten home from Sabattus, yet?'
Turning onto another nameless road, hoping I don't get too lost- in thought.
The tar just blurs by with so many characteristics.
This crack evolved into another.
This pot hole is big enough to swallow a kitten.
The plow truck missed this spot, here.
'I already miss my love, even though I just saw her 10 minutes ago'
Pondering which route to take, next.
I could wonder through the school, again, even though it's lost all of it's appeal in the darkness.
Stopping to hear the sounds that are no more, at this time.
Nothing.
Complete and total nothing.
Niether exhaustion nor pain nor hatred are factors of this peace that I've achieved.
Call me a vampire.
Call me a night owl.
Call me cliche.
Nighttime is amungst my many loves.
...along with Jasmine, music(of course) and technology.
If anyone has actually read through, up to this point, I have tremendous respect for you.
I'm just trying to eat away at the boredom.
I'm bored and the night has so much to offer.
I think I'll take a walk.