Night Time Diaries Part 1

My neck is messed up and my head hurts.

But tonight, I don't feel like sinking into silence. Tonight, I feel like typing away. My room is pitch dark, patches of it illuminated by the white glare coming off the screen of my laptop. A small section of my blue and white stripy wall; (that I jokingly refer to as Obelix's pyjamma) is all that is visible of my own little sanctuary from the world.

The night is silent. That silence is only broken by the low hum of my fan as it goes about its business. And of course by my tapping :D

Distant memories of a delicious cheesecake and insignificantly tasty dinner do come to mind but it feels like they are from a different slice of the universe. Once the door to my room closes, I am in my own space time quantum.

The land of the lonely ones. I believe that it is in isolation that we truly understand ourselves, because it is in absolute isolation that the voice inside our head asks all those questions.

Night time is beautiful. I don't understand why humans are such puny, photo-dependent creatures. Being nocturnal is MUCH more fun.

I take pictures with my crappy low quality iPod camera and then I laugh at my own pretentiousness. Even by the faint emissions of my screen, I feel the need to whip out my cam and click away.

I feel like a caveman from the days of yore, sitting in his dark cave, basking in the dim glow of his crude (albeit in my case it is 'exceptionally advanced') light source, telling tales to emptiness. I recall I remember the bygones and then I ponder some more upon what is still to come.

Whoever said that we teenagers are mindless things???

There is far too much on our minds, so sometimes we forfeit the present in favor of what WAS and what COULD have been. I heartily enjoy doing this, rambling like an old timer with all the time in the world at his disposal; after all, did I not mention the space time continuum?

I can barely bend my head now, it hurts far too much. But I am very much in favor of making suchlike nightly rambles a daily thing. What say fellow denizens of netspace?

My Music

This is an original composition, kinda dark, but i like it! I wrote parts of this song a night before my S.St exam. Go figure. (P.S. I still don't have a title for it yet.)

[Verse 1]

Facing the night alone, the race has just begun

You want the fame, the money, you're not the only one

Your life's gonna come down crashing, crashing around your ears

Its just so fragile, the web is spun with tears

You can run all you want, know the music won't stop

Solitary confinement, its lonely at the top

Even for all the lights, the darkness stares at me, so cold

But I want the money, the fame, the glitter, the gold

The silence screaming at me, I cant hear it, no soul

Its lonely at the top, ain't got no one to hold

This is the price that's paid for the spot, the flashing lights

The beautiful people breathe, the party comes to life!!

[Chorus]

The boombox beats

All my candy treats, all my sugar sweets

Coming through the front door, getting on the dance floor

When the disco ball sets the room on fire, its a ghastly attire

Candy paint on these witches

Its for the fame, the money, the rehab, the riches!!

[Verse 2]

The blood is dripping down your mascara covered eyes

The images will shatter, the world was only lies

Lip-gloss on face, Tattoos down your spine

Stardom and reality, a very fine line

Music bumping on that track its loud and clear

Your face is turning blue now you're fighting for air

Its like a fairytale, follow the crumbs back home

The witch is gonna eat you, your coffin will be chrome

The gold will lose its shine when your heartbeat stops

Solitary confinement, its lonely at the top

The girls in the club dancing around

Why do you give a damn, you're six feet underground!!

[Chorus]

The boombox beats

All my candy treats, all my sugar sweets

Coming through the front door, getting on the dance floor

Where the disco ball sets the room on fire, its a ghastly attire

Candy paint on these witches

Its for the fame, the money, the rehab, the riches!!

[Bridge]

Lights get dimmer and your throat closes up

A little more can't hurt, drink one more cup

Adrenaline through your system, body puts up a fight

One shot, two shots, three- now kill the lights!!

The boombox beats!!

When we hit the streets, the Queen's in her seat, Its fresh meat

People jumping up and down

There's a circus, look, the clowns

And the voyeurs admire

So close, now don't tire

At the funeral, wall to wall

Witches in their best gowns

Screaming, And you they surround

Sayin - You're dead, thats all.