This is a new form of writing for me and I was surprised by how amazing it turned out. It's more abstract, so if you don't really like that, I suggest you don't read it. For those of you that do enjoy it, I hope you enjoy.


I have a smile on my face and its only 2:30 in the morning. My coffee's run out but somehow I'm making it through. The lights went out sometime ago, but the ambience of my candles seem to take away some of the darkness. I don't understand why I'm happy, there's just too much wrong and not enough right, but I like how it feels.
It's 3:30 now.
Damn, the vodka's gone now too.
I like the way the sound of the taxis and buses outside of my apartment provide the best background to my musings. The clock on the mantle ticks but doesn't tock, my mute companion through it all.
It's 4:30 now. The woman upstairs just woke up for work. Her husband is yelling at her for being too loud.
I wonder if they have some coffee...?
No, it's not worth the trouble.
5:30 now.
I should probably get up, get moving, get to doing something. This just isn't right. The newspaper's been delivered and there's wax on the table and my patience with this whole thing is wearing thin.
6:30 now.
I find myself dressed in a suit and a tie. I find myself shaved and clean and ready to go.
I find myself lacking motivation.
And damn, does that ratty old bed look good.
7:00 now.
I find myself on the subway train. Somehow I'm on my way to work. A woman's child is crying, screaming.

Damn. I should've stopped for coffee.



xoxo