And Still The City Sleeps

Have you ever felt like the only person who is awake sometimes? Have you ever explored the city when it's sleeping?

I took a walk last night and didn't encounter any signs of life, save for one car, one lonely dog walker and a rumbling city bus. The snow was just starting to fall gently and my path was lit every few steps by the soft orange street lamps. There was no wind and everythign around me was still and silent.

It was beuatiful, I felt like I was walking through an urban haiku. The city asleep, the snow falling and my mind free to drift away on a sea of thoughts.

I dedicated a good portion of my night to writting by candlelight, a beautiful setting that I constructed because I though it would inspre me, but it was just not my night. It was fun and beuatiful and intriguing but it did not yield the fruits of writting I was hoping for. However things looked much better in the morning and I was no longer upset about having failed to produce the masterpice I had dreamed of but had settled myself to the idea that while the pages I had written were not worth keeping, I did find one small nugget that I feel is worth reproducing. It encompasses the level of creative discourse I was searching for but could only tap into for a breif moment.

**I want to write a cosmic symphony on the parchement of space-time. Dip my pen in the bottomless inkwell of a black hole and compose a new thought, blasting in vivd technicolor across the cosmos and bind it all in a book with a belt of stars.**

Also, I'm sorry I have been neglecting my blog for so long, especially since everyone has been so generous with their comments. I came very close to being burried alive in an avalanche of essays but I made it to the end of another semester a little bit older and, I suppose, a little bit wiser. Goodluck to all my university readers staring down the beast that is winter exams. Soon we will be free to frolick naked in the glorious joy that is known as winter holidays.