Amnesiac/ Morning Bell
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Amnesiac/ Morning Bell
Morning bell
Morning bell
Light another candle
Release me
Release me
It is 5.35am as I am typing this sentence. I've been in bed for the past two hours, tumbling around the sheets and twisting them into knots, and still I am not able to sleep. The slow dripping of the water from the air-conditioning upstairs is out of rhythm, and the weather is too hot and suffocating now to fall asleep. Thinking back, I drank no tea or coffee, or any drinks that contains caffeine. Just a mind full of thoughts, left indigested in my head. I'm drunk, drank too much thoughts. And now I am having a bad hangover.
Once again, thoughts prevailed. Stop blaming it on the noise in the streets, or the partying next door. If your mind is blank enough, you will definitely fall asleep. An amnesiac is a person who cannot fall asleep. But I think an amnesiac is a person who thinks too much at the wrong time. I'd like to fall asleep, I really do. But the thoughts are killing me right now, driving a stick into the nerves so that every part of my body is wide awake right now. The worst part of all: I am wide awake and still having the same thoughts as moments ago, as I was trying to fall asleep. It's not like, waking up to blog about it is going to make them go away. They are like parasites sticking to the walls of your head, refusing to let go.
You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
Coming down the chimney
Release me
Release me
Yeah..
Release me
Release me
The cars are starting up downstairs again, and I expect my mother to be awake in an hour or so. She might have already heard the sound of my fingers upon the keyboards, typing away into the night and wondering if her son is some nocturnal vampire. But whatever it is, I think I mentioned somewhere on this blog before, that staying up through the night until the world begins again, makes you feel like the king of the world. Watching as the sky turns into pale blue, and then the lights from the houses dimmed to signify the beginning of yet another working day, makes you feel like you are in control, like you are still in 'yesterday' when everybody is already engaging in 'today'. A time travel of sorts, though merely a wordplay.
I swear, if I do not have my questions answered and have this over and done with, I am going to live the rest of my life with a pair of permanent dark rings around my eyes. This isn't healthy, though blogging at 5am is a refreshing experience. But still, these thoughts are killing me. I can't breathing with them running through my veins, reflected in every object that I see and reminded in every song that I hear. I cannot breathe with these thoughts, I cannot sleep with them, and I certainly cannot live with them.
Where'd you park the car?
Where'd you park the car?
Clothes are all over the furniture
And I might as well
I might as well
Sleepy jack the fire drill
Run around around around around around...
Please let these harassing thoughts go away soon. Or have a bag of sand drop down from the sky from the Sandman himself. I need to fall asleep, into a deep sleep and wake me up on Friday morning(Need to attend Rachael Yamagata's press junket). Then fall asleep again after the concert on Saturday indefinitely. It is a blessing and a curse to think too much, and right now it seems like the curse is going to eat me up from the inside out, memory by memory.
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
Morning bell
Morning bell
Light another candle
Release me
Release me
It is 5.35am as I am typing this sentence. I've been in bed for the past two hours, tumbling around the sheets and twisting them into knots, and still I am not able to sleep. The slow dripping of the water from the air-conditioning upstairs is out of rhythm, and the weather is too hot and suffocating now to fall asleep. Thinking back, I drank no tea or coffee, or any drinks that contains caffeine. Just a mind full of thoughts, left indigested in my head. I'm drunk, drank too much thoughts. And now I am having a bad hangover.
Once again, thoughts prevailed. Stop blaming it on the noise in the streets, or the partying next door. If your mind is blank enough, you will definitely fall asleep. An amnesiac is a person who cannot fall asleep. But I think an amnesiac is a person who thinks too much at the wrong time. I'd like to fall asleep, I really do. But the thoughts are killing me right now, driving a stick into the nerves so that every part of my body is wide awake right now. The worst part of all: I am wide awake and still having the same thoughts as moments ago, as I was trying to fall asleep. It's not like, waking up to blog about it is going to make them go away. They are like parasites sticking to the walls of your head, refusing to let go.
You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
Coming down the chimney
Release me
Release me
Yeah..
Release me
Release me
The cars are starting up downstairs again, and I expect my mother to be awake in an hour or so. She might have already heard the sound of my fingers upon the keyboards, typing away into the night and wondering if her son is some nocturnal vampire. But whatever it is, I think I mentioned somewhere on this blog before, that staying up through the night until the world begins again, makes you feel like the king of the world. Watching as the sky turns into pale blue, and then the lights from the houses dimmed to signify the beginning of yet another working day, makes you feel like you are in control, like you are still in 'yesterday' when everybody is already engaging in 'today'. A time travel of sorts, though merely a wordplay.
I swear, if I do not have my questions answered and have this over and done with, I am going to live the rest of my life with a pair of permanent dark rings around my eyes. This isn't healthy, though blogging at 5am is a refreshing experience. But still, these thoughts are killing me. I can't breathing with them running through my veins, reflected in every object that I see and reminded in every song that I hear. I cannot breathe with these thoughts, I cannot sleep with them, and I certainly cannot live with them.
Where'd you park the car?
Where'd you park the car?
Clothes are all over the furniture
And I might as well
I might as well
Sleepy jack the fire drill
Run around around around around around...
Please let these harassing thoughts go away soon. Or have a bag of sand drop down from the sky from the Sandman himself. I need to fall asleep, into a deep sleep and wake me up on Friday morning(Need to attend Rachael Yamagata's press junket). Then fall asleep again after the concert on Saturday indefinitely. It is a blessing and a curse to think too much, and right now it seems like the curse is going to eat me up from the inside out, memory by memory.
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
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