On my own…..

Once again I am awake at 3.00am…. and everything is always a bit surreal. Maybe wandering around in this victorian long white nightshirt is part of it…. But night time is a bit like flying….life is suspended, you can’t really do anything… apart of course from contact people online who are in a different time warp altogether.

Its pretty cool (but not very likely!) to have a friend for these times when you really need to offload, someone like minded who doesn’t mind if you text or call them at odd hours, but they are few and far between, I have only ever known one such person. Funny how odd folk can be about that….I have never minded being woken up at strange hours…

I think I like it actually, this never never land, and when the dawn does arrive, you have the hope of a new day. Although usually after an hour or so I am ready for the night again…..

I listened to this beautiful song during my wakeful hours…..