Nobody is ever awake when I'm the most awake.
These are the times when my mind is most beautiful and agile; late at night is when I pull my roots out of the ground and go for walks around my brain. This is when I welcome the most elaborate and fantastical explanations on being alive; this is when the rad times happen. And rarely anyone to share it with! Even those I choose to keep company with can't keep their eyes open until the time when mine become the wide-green reflections of self. I'm sad that people miss out! I want to share these things that I've got tumbling around. At the same time, though, I'm glad of solitude. My flights of fancy have most people beat by pure oddity, and I have the tendency to get downright silly at times. Unfortunately, I enjoy my silly self and lack any desire to get down to the "serious business" of conducting life as we know it.
I rarely get bogged down in details, which I believe is both a negative and a positive things about me. Both conclusions can be reached by equal evidence, and therefore I feel balanced (almost justified!) in my irresponsibility at times! It's terrible really; don't I want to be a steadfast girl who gets places on time and isn't a obstinate revolutionary? Actually, that's the wrong question to ask, I'm almost one hundred percent sure of the path I would take in that instance. Like I said, I'm inclined to these wild imaginings; I've been fantasizing a lot lately about being a sexy French suffragette or perhaps a sultry Spanish socialist; it's a bit counterintuitive to the stereotypical image, mind, but if you're beautiful you're beautiful, is it not so? (n'est-ce pas?)
