
I wonder how long I have been staring at this computer screen. What am I doing still awake? I mean it is late, i'm tired, and yet I find myself completely unmotivated to lay my head down. This is not the first night I have felt like this. In fact every night before I sleep I feel that I have so much to express. When everyone else shuts their eyes, and I am all alone, my thoughts are my company. And as if they want to sign a guestbook in order to be remembered always, they urge me to take note of their visit. And what kind of host would I be, if I shut them out in the lonely night and went to bed? So they come and go marked in black and white, some brighter than others. And like a good host I have a diversity of guests: Dark mysterious thoughts and Bright Romantic thoughts. Of course the latter is utterly enchated with the first, while the first is utterly annoyed with the latter, constantly admonishing it for its silliness.
So you see? I am quite overcome with constant bantering from the deep recesses of my mind! You know that kinda sounds like I have gone slightly schitzo. But I promise I am perfectly sane. What inspires one to read journals like this? Better yet, what inspires one to write journals like this? I guess I just want a little piece of me out there to claim 2 seconds of attention from a stranger, it expands the bubble that is my life.