måndag 18 Okt 2010, 11:52

Its like a whole new world. Like the bottom of the sea that know one's seen.
Hearing birds chirping at this time of the morning, it feels,sounds, so surreal.
Like, its not meant to happen.
Should they not be asleep too?
I'm usually completely lost in my subconscious at this time. Dead to the chirping birds outside.
Unfortunately not tonight, i would much prefer to be sleeping.
But the busy-ness and confusion of my brain has lead me to not keeping up with school work and so here i am.
Completely determined to finish that assignment that was due last friday.

I've had four coffee's and some weetbix just then. I feel a little odd believe it or not.
Well i mean, chuck that into just one compartment out of the millions floating in my head all containing their own feelings, emotions, thoughts etc.
Hmm…

I'm quite glad that i'm fairly possitive that no one reads these. But i still like to write on here, because its there for anyone to read but kind of hidden. Eh, - whatever.

The thought of how dead i will be tomorrow keeps drifting through my thought process. I'm thinking, 2 coffees and a berrocca thing and prayer.

I like writing, especially like this. Feels good. Letting little bits out. And i'm aware that it would make no sence to anyone else. But, mm, like this, being able to put something into words feels like such a huge achievment for me.

I wonder what the birds are doing. I could only hear them when i was in the bath room. But i'd heard them once before and it was very late that time too.
Maybe theres that one bird that just sings everyone to sleep, no, because they go quiet once it gets dark.
But then, in the dead of the night i can hear that bird, i think its only one. I can't really remember.

*Question for Jesus when i meet him, - What were the birds doing up so late?