Lack of Lacuna

Last night was one of those nights where time meant nothing. It was pure bliss. I went into my bedroom, closed the door, plugged in my new radio that is broken and listened to horrible music. After I sat awake and did that for about 30 minutes, I pulled out my super secret DVD player for nights when insomnia and amnesia peaks. I watched The Kite Runner and cried twice. I'm starting to cry more at movies and less at life... Is that bad? Anyways, watched that. By then it was around 2 a.m. and I just cautiously peered out the window at the street and watched my neighbor's young boy leave and arrive at the house at all hours. Eventually, exhaust won me over as it does every night. But I like to fight it that way, because maybe one day I'll win.

And today is a secret. But it was enjoyable in odd, odd ways. Odd indeed. I feel solemn now.