What Did You Say?

I'm tired... but not really.

It's two in the morning. I'm mad.

Sometimes I don't even know why I get mad. I just do. It's a waste of energy and I know it. Knowing that makes me even madder. Little Dragon croons "Twice" through my speakers and all I want to do is cry or sleep. I don't know which I want more.

There are moments in life that define who we are; sometimes those moments are fleeting, like when you subsonciously give up your seat on the bus to someone else; sometimes those moments are eventful, like when you decide to leave your job because you've suddenly realized that you are more ethical than the company you work for. Then there are those moments that slip by with barely even a breath. We miss them the way we miss countless of shooting stars every night; but they're there nonetheless, molding and shaping and defining us in every sense of the word.

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun... to form crop circles in the carpet
Sinking
Feeling....

Imogen Heap is beautiful like the wind when it talks to you through the trees. It's so very late here but I'm not tired at all now. Not in the least. I feel... disembodied from myself. I want to do so much right now. Too much, but the hours are slipping by and I can't keep up with them.

Mmm what'd you say?
Mmm, that you only meant well.
Well of course you did
Mmm what'd you say?
Mmm, that it's all for the best.
Well, of course it is. Mmm what'd you say?
Mmm, that it's just what we need.
You decided this.
Mmm, what you say?
What did you say?