Friday, April 28, 2006

ante meridiem

It's been so long since I've stayed up this late I've forgotten how wonderful it feels. To be, for one moment, immortal. Time is not reality in the wee hours of the night. Time does not hold us in its iron grasp at 1, 3, 4 AM. It does not count away at the heartbeats we have yet to beat before that final respiration, inhalation, expiration. It does not matter, at all, right now. The painful wittling away of life with trivialities beneath the sun is a marvelous savoring of existence underneath the moon. To die of thirst would be simply divine, I think.

posted by Sofie @ 1:36 AM Comments: 0