n like night

its about the weird feelings what you sometimes get when an idea strikes your head and you wake up in the middle of the night and write it down on a napkin you blew your nose the day before and feel sorry that you fucking cant read it out in the morning... the library is a magical place, sometimes I think that it could be another world, just for its weird people and books that it consists of. like today, i walked in to the classical literature section and for no good reason went straight to the book I needed, never knowing that it was there. today i think i wrote the best song thay i have ever written, but its just because of the material - the mindblowing helen song .D her bday is coming. waitwaitwaitng. meeting adairmaandculpa was the most positive thing that could happen in this drunken city of spirit of whatsoever.uve was over, chocogoodtimes. so much of the real life, here I keep existing in my own little world of smells and feelings that have taste and songs and poems and stories and dreams and movies and thoughts and paintings and photos and all this that will never come true, but then again, if I already thought on them, why couldnt they exist just because of that?