thanks, school

Last night I watched the stars travel across the sky and tried to picture what it would've been like to stand here a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand years ago. To see not just a meager splattering of freckles on the face of the night, but her entire face...

Don't get me wrong - I stayed up writing, too. I've always found that I'm at my most sarcastic, most absurd around fifteen 'til midnight. The tangents and wild metaphors are good for my word count.

And the air, oh the air when no one else is awake - it tastes so pure, like a cool glass of spring water on a hot summer day.

God, I love to stay awake at night and watch the sky and write my words and take deep breaths.

I don't love it as much when I remember I have to wake up at seven.