walked out of the hall room,and gasp- a beautiful sight like never seen before. daylight's breaking in, after a sleepless night of musing over our nonexistent lovelife. broken recorders yeah we are, rambling on and on about a topic that has been squeezed so dry even the juice has evaporated and the pips are reduced to powder. hah. yet we will never run out of things to say.

clouds shifting slowly, glowing orange streetlamps, a neverending sky the bluest of blues. looking at it, the wonderful night i had floated away just like that. standing at the fourth storey, feeling as if im tops of the world. side by side we stood, sweet silence as we breathed in the scene before us, cocker spaniel-shaped cloud and all.

a moment like this, fleeting as it is, somehow makes me feel alive. and im once again reminded that life, with all its ups and downs, is beautiful in its own way. awful times, terrible emo-ing, sometimes i just want to shrivel and die. but it takes just one unorchestrated moment and im filled with the courage to keep moving, even if it seems that im getting nowhere.

sitting at the busstop, waiting for the first bus. not a soul in sight, the air's scrubbed freshly clean, and everything looks too beautiful to be real and lived in.

a few hours back. sitting on wooden benches at a closed restaurant in the wee hours of the morning. facing a river as black as the sky. sleeping boats on a still river, juxtaposed against a construction site. jagged shapes, awkward angles, stark contrast to the peaceful spread of waters. raw beauty in the real sense.

thats why i like nights out. and i dont have to go through counting sheep sessions, trying to get myself to fall asleep as usual. in the morning, i can just lay down on my bed, close my eyes and zonk out.