What I would do to wake up to this.
I can’t tell in this photo if it’s a sunset or a sunrise, dusk or dawn. It will be dusk outside my window soon and the sun will rise in an hour. I’m still up and not in an unhappy, all-nighter kind of way. Just up, because I wanted to be. Not sure why it is, but I seem to always work better and more efficiently when I am at my breaking point. When everyone has gone to bed and the quiet streets slumber, I type and type away. Almost as if, I never need to stop.
My mind comes alive and all of a sudden, I have all these things I want to write down, things I want to remember. Thoughts that surface from my conscience, philosophical metaphors I couldn’t ever remember when I was sober. It’s like a lightbulb turns on when I’m the most tired and the most alone. I always wondered why some nights I would be able to queue 10-20 posts, while most days I just fall asleep quickly.
A thesis assignment that took me 2 weeks of procrastination and putting off, I finished in a little less than 3 hours Thursday night. I did the next assignment in only an hour and half earlier tonight. As I listen to my music, the house creaks in the background and I watch the trees sway to the wind outside. Yet, I’m not tired.
Maybe one of these nights I’ll be typing away and sipping my tea to this same view. Typing and waiting, waiting.
Waiting for the world to wake up.