Music is what feelings sound like

Hard to doubt that. I was watching Sleepless in Seattle (yes, I really was) and heard that oldie by Carly Simon, originally by Frank Sinatra. "In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning." {❤}
What a small token exemplifying the beauty present in love. The Smiths' "Sheila Take a Bow" is flowing through my ears, and I have writer's block. 


Don't you hate it when the dreary, cold winters roll around, and you have to wait about a total of two minutes before the water in your tap runs warm? You just test the ice-cold trickle with your fingers, while shivers go down your spine. As haughty and privileged that may sound - you smile to yourself - in your mind you know it's undeniably true. Yet you do realize there are people in the world who share a tap of water with their entire village. Live in your wonderful life, be proud the internet is actually a remedy for your pains and sorrows. 


Pointless conversations, I feel as if I could live without them. I mean, who in their right mind anticipates speaking to someone, and then receives meager reciprocation? It makes me sit here in utter disdain, wondering where the appeal went. Where the longing went. Out the window, that's where.


Today, I watched a sentimental UNICEF commercial on the television, and broke down into tears. Is that seriously what I have become these days? An emotionally unstable, overly-studious pessimist. Wonderful. 

I love sleeping with a candle's sweet-smelling glow near my bed.

'Tis all until the dawn of a new light.