It’s pretty late where I’m located right now. Normal people are sleeping. I should be as well, although I can’t seem to do that at this time. I need to get up for work in about three hours, and if I don’t do that, this day is going to be long, no doubt.
Do you ever feel like the silence is the loudest thing around? I’ve moved to a new area, and hardly know anyone. Sometimes I wish there were someone out there, maybe like a radio Dj, that one could listen to at these odd hours of the evening, and just let everyone know that he / she is out there. My world is lonely I guess, and I hate this feeling. Even with those around that loved me, back where I used to live, I never have really felt at home.
What am I trying to say here? I’m not really sure. I consider myself an average writer, although the above seems so scrambled and disorganized.
Why am I posting this again?