When I Can't Do Anything Else

"stop talking,"

"I guess nights like these end up with some kind of bang that rocks half a continent, or can give a marvelous outlook on life for me."

"Just listening to my indie mix, laying down in my bed with my earphones wired to my soul, thumping a beat in my heart. I know it's telling me something. Something significant to the truth of tomorrow, or what yesterday failed to clarify. I may be dreaming, but I can believe it will."

"Hopes arise as the volume in my ears increase. Should I give it more meaning? Should I submit to its call? Or should I just succumb to the endless oblivion. A darkness that only envelops whenever my eyelids close up. I can only hear the music. It doesn't scare me anymore."

"I won't fear the day nor will I shake in terror at night. It's only lyrical masterpieces I hear, but I can make my own perspective. I create my own night, and I wake up by my own in the day."

"The bedsheets are spread out in the reaches of my fingertips, dripping down the floor like a waterfall of dreams. Asleep, the music pours in the center of my being. This is a nice place to rest my weary bones. I fall down to slumber. Will you catch me?"

"Before the light of day, I wake up in the first invitation of daybreak. It doesn't end up with a bang, but I guess the sunrise of dawn is the best alternative. I can't disagree; the view I have up here is marvelous."

"And besides, I can't discover new music without the next rise of the sun."

"I can't wait for another day."

//k.u.