A Photo
Mess on Canvass
Just a few hours past midnight, I suddenly find myself in bed awoken. The air of silence, the cold november morning breeze and the noise of the spinning blades of the electric fans are the things I felt first. I do not know what disrupted my sleep but when I woke up I find this night very different from the other nights…
That’s one thing you experience when you grow up. Time passes by and the feelings with each season, with each moment has diminishing marginal returns, it changes it is not temporary. Like this mornight (early morning, i like to call it this way because its morning but it’s dark haha) is different from other mornights I spend. I usually get satisfaction when I go online in twitter or facebook especially with the load of information you can get but now it’s really different.
This mornight is colder than the other mornights.. the blank silence is deafening and my yahoo messenger is finding itself of no use. Only the music I am listening to right now and the jumbled words I put in order in this tumblog are whats keeping me sane. If this photo was a canvass and you interpret it, you can tell what the artist is really feeling…
I usually prefer early morning as it is the only time I have to reflect on myself or do some photography related stuff. But perhaps I will spend and should spend less time and fix my body clock ‘cause the darkness of the night is getting more and more lonesome… especially when you got no-one else to talk to…
I just miss those times when someone keeps me company in the morning.
