another day, another light. another sad story and comfort for my head. another day. waiting. living, almost like it’s not.
@3 months ago with 2 notes(± )
21 male.
student. janitor. writer.
a place for my thoughts, interests and music since 9.11.09
another day, another light. another sad story and comfort for my head. another day. waiting. living, almost like it’s not.
@3 months ago with 2 notesHere I will let you in on a little secret. If you wake up, at around three in the morning, and go outside. Smoke a cigarette while you wait, for all of the cars to clear away. Once it’s quiet: then you’ll hear it. The hum of the electric current that drives through the almost dozen chords of wire and electric tape. It’s magical really, when the rush of leaves over the street drowns out our civilization’s electric cry. Like the beauty of nature, the nature that I’ll return to, when I’m older.
@1 year agoanother day, another light. another sad story and comfort for my head. another day. waiting. living, almost like it’s not.
Here I will let you in on a little secret. If you wake up, at around three in the morning, and go outside. Smoke a cigarette while you wait, for all of the cars to clear away. Once it’s quiet: then you’ll hear it. The hum of the electric current that drives through the almost dozen chords of wire and electric tape. It’s magical really, when the rush of leaves over the street drowns out our civilization’s electric cry. Like the beauty of nature, the nature that I’ll return to, when I’m older.
