night time bliss

it's 22:30 and my family sleeps. i lie awake this monday night of a long weekend trying to write, trying to think - but of what? you are probably thinking - and when i say you, i don't really mean you - not another blog about how she doesn't know what to write about. i've read so many, she writes these all the time. well tell me what i should write about. give me something to argue, to fight for - give me anything. i don't know who i'm writing for nor what i'm writing about. i should be writing for me, and about anything. but i'm not so sure if that's the case anymore. i look at my room from my bed for a canvas to paint, to fill in, but its already done. filled in with memories of friendships, heartaches, mistakes and achievements. painted as the sky. i close my eyes and listen. all i hear is silence broken by the hum of my fish tanks filter and the sound of holiday fireworks far away. the day is over and in a few hours another will begin. back to work, back to days that are wasted and nights that are slept through. back to days that are not taken advantage of..back to the reality of the work week.

good night. its 23:00. all this took half and hour to write, and really this isn't anything at all.