Night time is tranquil, just knowing that the turn of the hour automatically silences the majority of irritating noise makers of society, including but not exclusive to young children, arrogant gym buffs and health obsessed athletes too absorbed in their myofibres to really say anything meaningful and the tyrannical 30 to 40s despots undergoing midlife crises deciding to look upon youth with jaded cynicism and critical judgement in remembrance of their once exciting and free form lifestyles, yet to be imprisoned by the standard adult ball and chains.
Those left behind as the sun does it’s little circular dance across the sky know better to stay quiet and absorb into their headphones or simply enjoy the peace of a few ungodly hours in exchange for near crippling fatigue the following day.
Introverted natures are so very inconvenient in a society built by extroverts screaming over each other to be heard and seen. What if it was the other way round ?
fixing broken things with all manner of Julia Robert films and George Michael’s Kissing a Fool.
because let’s admit it, given two years, anyone could have done what they wanted to if they really wanted to and I’m not waiting until the bomb drops on me to try and find shelter from the impeding tragedy.
life is short and nobody needs that kind of shit anyway.