Half the world is sleeping, while half the world's awake. Whoever it was who made the world has made a big mistake.
I don't know why but I remember that now. Just the first part of some poem I knew as a kid has been cycling through my head for weeks. I can't even remember the rest of it.
It's a funny ol' world, don'tya think. One day life is just that, life. The same comfortable repetition. Waking up in the same bum apartment, going to the same sterile office. Then, without anything changing, everythings different. I don't know how to explain it. Kinda like being drunk. Just for a few moments it feels like I'm dreaming. I'm sure it happens to everyone. What scares me though is how I feel when it happens. So full of anger, so full of hate. Then the world falls back into view and I'm fine again.
Well, I say fine. That's not quite the word. I had one of these moments while being harassed by one of those *CENSORED* 'Blackwoods' outside my place. For once I stood up to them. I hit him. He flew 10 feet. I think I was more scared of me then he was then.
I still don't quite understand what's going on. What's happening? Is it just stress? Am I tired? I took a train down to Camon Heights yesterday. It's a nice neighbourhood. Usually a long walk through the park and a sit down clears my head. As I came out of the station, the heavens opened. I don't know what came over me but I stipped to the waist right there and then and just stood in the rain. It was strange, how everything had felt so fake, yet the rain felt so real. The impact of it off my skin. The feel of it sliding down and off me. The sound of the thunder in my ears, the lighting in my eyes.
Anyway, I should get back to work. It's funny the things you do when you're bored here. Like find the exact map co-ordinates of random places. Well my place and work. Apparantly my place is Mara X: 117 Y: 21 Z: 103 and work is Tabor Park X: 731 Y: 1 Z: 423.
Dunno why I even felt the need to mention that, but hey. I'm bored and crazy, what are you gonna do?
