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askygoneonfireIt's only at night that we truly know ourselves, I think. The noise and the chaos of the day is distant, indistinct. In this calm, the fog clears and suddenly your mind produces images with clarity panasonic can only dream of.
Plunging depths of emotional memory you find yourself laughing into the darkness - sometimes you find yourself sobbing. There's an honesty to both though which never leaves you fearing the mental adventures of these hours.
From that pure moment of memory comes a certainty of the way to proceed - clarity of expression comes as easily as your next breath and inspiration's only limit is the exhaustion which, increment by increment, threatens to envelop and erase the illusive cerebral freedom in which you currently luxuriate.
How does that Bright Eyes lyric go? 'What was simple in the moonlight by the morning is so complicated'? Something like that.
I wish I could live my life in these half-fevered hours, their isolation provides the most absolute confidence in one's own ability and the keenest awareness of one's selfhood - things fall into place. But sleep seems to unsettle everything that was so pleasingly arranged the night before. It seems to me that sleep and daylight are the destructors and not the restorative forces of good we commonly think them to be.
Plunging depths of emotional memory you find yourself laughing into the darkness - sometimes you find yourself sobbing. There's an honesty to both though which never leaves you fearing the mental adventures of these hours.
From that pure moment of memory comes a certainty of the way to proceed - clarity of expression comes as easily as your next breath and inspiration's only limit is the exhaustion which, increment by increment, threatens to envelop and erase the illusive cerebral freedom in which you currently luxuriate.
How does that Bright Eyes lyric go? 'What was simple in the moonlight by the morning is so complicated'? Something like that.
I wish I could live my life in these half-fevered hours, their isolation provides the most absolute confidence in one's own ability and the keenest awareness of one's selfhood - things fall into place. But sleep seems to unsettle everything that was so pleasingly arranged the night before. It seems to me that sleep and daylight are the destructors and not the restorative forces of good we commonly think them to be.
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Date: 2010-12-23 06:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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