The deepest, darkest part of the night is where I seek my celestial solitude. It is the time I cherish the most, when I will be alone and free from the chaos that daytime brings. I feel peace, serenity, calmness but mostly a reprieve from life. It is a time when I fight off sleep so I can examine my ego, revisit my character flaws, process my feelings, dissect my world and put it back together again. I come alive at night while everyone is asleep and the noise of the day is superseded by the silence. My artistic juices flow like champagne from a fountain and my expectations exceed my limitations. I am reminded of things for which I am grateful. I am filled with hope and faith that tomorrow will be a better day. Only then can I force myself to go to sleep.
This is my entry for Sunday Scribbles.
gosh... at the end of the day, I'm just grateful no one was hurt, nothing broke + the house is still standing :)
I agree with the evening night... I get a lot of work done then.
Posted by: kat | April 04, 2007 at 05:49 AM