i feel like such an insomniac

I’d like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly.
It’s hard to say
that I’d rather stay
awake when I’m asleep,
’cause everything is never as it seems.

‘Cause I get a thousand hugs
from ten-thousand lightning bugs
as they try to teach me how to dance.
A foxtrot above my head,
a sock-hop beneath my bed;
a disco ball is just hanging by a thread…


After my cell phone started playing Beethoven’s Sonata Pathétique
R: I think you’re getting a call.
K: Oh, that’s just M texting me.
R: It plays a song?
K: Don’t be jealous. It plays the same song when you text me.
R: I’m not jealous. It just seems like an awfully big celebration for a text message.

Talking to a friend hours after hanging out…
K: What else is up?
B: …Other than that, I’ve been sitting around. I’m not quite as interesting when you aren’t around say, “You’re pretty interesting.”

A mysterious IM Nathan left on my computer:
Thank God for the internet….where you can just go idle at 4am without a worry. Couldn’t do that in like.. an alley. Wake up with a witty note…. You wouldn’t be like “Nice, a message.” You’d be like “Why didn’t I notice this?!”

Image from http://www.jpgmag.com/photos/120294 via lilidonnelly.com.

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