So although I know ya’ll must love reading my poetry and my occasional story I though I might actually talk directly to ya for once.
Its like… damn, nearly 3.30 p.m.
I haven’t stayed up this late since the summer… Haven’t been able to. Huh.
Well Alex, my love which you have indeed read about several times already (and I’m sure its nowhere near the last time you’ll hear about him) is asleep for once, otherwise I would be talking to him. He was tired and went to bed over three hours ago… actually, *checks phone for last txt* yeah, bout four hours ago.
I’m usually the first one asleep but I guess the tables have turned today.
I don’t know why I’m not tired… guess its cause I told myself I was going to write something tonight and all I did was type out the beginnings of three short stories but not finish any, and finally put some newer poems on to this thing.
So here’s my writing I guess.
I’m listening to Kate Voegele right now. I love this girls lyrics.
———
You are my manhattan from the sky
ya look so neat and tidy from way up high
but I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside
and I want to
come down and walk around your mind
———
I wish I could have written something like that.
Music has always been something that’s psychic in my mind. An artist will be able to tell your story in a way that so perfect its supernatural. And Its always been that way.
I love music. In a way that no one really understands.
Music’s there for me.
In a way my friends and family never were.
But now I have people who are there for me in all times
at all times
I love it so much and I’m just so amazed by it.
Well. Tiredness has hit me fast. Guess I just needed to talk something out to someone.
Yay having a blog.
ttyl
good night
-ADH
The world through my eyes, told by my heart with words and images
