My sunny days get perpetrated by black thoughts shading the horizon.
I often dream of different realities but none compare to the one that I’m living in at this very moment. It brings chills to my spine to even think such a way but who else really cares? I mean even though we travel the same frequency we’re all on different bands.
Without any of my misjudgment coming into play, it seems that what I see dwindling afar always seeps in the little crack it balances on. A rare but mystifying moment turns to sadness and grief. What does that even have to do with anything you might ask?
Well its simple.
~ keep it all smiles
I’m a night owl.
I love to stay up late sitting in my garage surfing the web or recording music. I’m not sure what it is but the dark skies bring a calming relief to me. Even if the moon is tucked away in the clouds and air planes get mistaken as UFO’s, I sincerely love the night time. I think somewhere online I half ass read an article about how people who stay up late are intelligent. I wouldn’t go that far but it is nice to know.
I always find myself roaming around at night. No matter what I do. I can be skateboarding and nightfall comes out of nowhere. Most of the music I make is damn near past midnight and after I smoked a few joints. The one thing I love about night time is the absence of people. I can openly admit that I am socially awkward and shy. People don’t think I am but I honestly believe that I am. Ask my two ex girlfriends and they might tell you that when we first met and started talking I was awkward.
The night relieves me of those social interactions and keeps me sane. Don’t get me wrong though, I love being around people. Whenever I’m hanging out with my homies I always hate when we have to depart and head back home. Sometimes I’ll go home and stay up even longer hoping that maybe someone will be up or I’ll get a phone call. It usually never happens. I always end up going to bed depressed for some strange reason and wake up the next day lost in the world.
When I wake up int he evenings I usually dread it. Theres two reason.
Reason Number 1: The sun is up and I don’t have much time before the sun goes down.
Reason Number 2: Chris calls me up and calls me a nigga for never answering the phone knowing damn well I was asleep and texted him back. haha!
I love my friends, family, and the people in the world. But when it comes to night time I feel like my life fully comes together.
Thank You Night Time.