Okay.
IM LISTENING TO JUPITER JAZZ BY COWBOY BEBOP- (A.k.a don't take any of this seriously music affects me WAY too easily_)
so with that this journal will be a bit interesting, attaining that I had 4 hours of sleep last night on top of it.
Why does sleep come so difficult to me? I was completely dead at 3, and I finally decided to get up. I didn't even make my bed, I've been meaning to make it for a long time...
Jupiter skies;
Fishes flying in outer space;
scales reflecting starlight;
Breathe of spring shooting into the roots of winter snow...
Mind hazed by dull orange warmth--
Searching for a future through bright rainbow pastel lights
I can't see anything through the colors...
And when I place my hand up to cover my eyes-
It's engulfed in light.
I feel like nothing has resumed
And nothing has ever stopped.
I feel like I was just born a few minutes ago
And I'm about to die soon.
An electronic bird playing flute from the metal in its wings
Digital streaks scanning the wall like blood vessels
Mind collapsing like sand falling from a broken time keeper onto the desert
Shooting sounds piercing the sky
Like a billion blazing stars rubbed to streak in indigo
And emitting sparks that shower down
If only I could hold just one in my hand
Before it burns out...



That's all I really want to do...





So leave me alone, or stay by my side--it won't matter long from now. We're all alone and I've always been alone somehow, and I don't want to hurt and I don't want to enjoy
When the next day it can fade away
But I think it's contradictory
If I'm searching for one more spark that is able to burn my hands


I wonder what I'm doing when I have nothing to do, but burning brightly I tread forth hotter then the snow cast in sun
I think I've lost myself before I've begun
and my mind doesn't belong to me anymore...
A universal glow that warms every being
One last ember of an ancient sky
That's all I really


want to do...