My Thoughts In Letters

Tic, tac, tic, tac

It's 7 minutes past 2 in the afternoon and most of the people I worked with last night could be at the peak of a long and peaceful slumber.

I'm attempting to continue working until 5 but I think I will get out of here earlier. Like around 3pm. I dunno. I think I wanna go to the mall and take a whiff of that cold, consumer-driven air.

I have been driving myself crazy here at work. Nope. Not complaining.

My speakers are blaring out Claire de Lune (uh-oh is this a Twilight soundtrack moment?). Nah. I've loved classical music ever since.

I still breathe music but am not so in touch with it like before... besides the playing of playlists and karaoke singing at least once a month.

I'm thinking now that if I was given a choice, I would have become a professional singer. Or a pianist. Whatever.

Music just makes me feel alive. It prevents me from thinking about dreadful, pathetic, brutal, subversive, absurd and crazy things.

I guess I find silence a bit disturbing at times especially when it confirms I'm alone. It intensifies loneliness.

Crazy. But there's a bit of truth in that craziness.

Oh well.. here's to more of those melodies until another human being's voice drown my thoughts to sleep.

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Listening to: Debussy