Norah Jones is just singing my life away, hah.
I miss these after hour times of thinking and rambling. Time, in general, just passes by faster as I lose control of it day by day. It seems as if I’m being forced to heighten my senses in order to catch things as they fly by. Is it because I’m getting older? I’m young. I am still so damn young. I can’t ever imagine rushing through anything more than I already have. I appreciate the days where admiring detail comes easier, without all the loudness and the hyped up life that takes over so often now. I like keeping busy, but never have I needed breaks to simply breathe..
But I suppose I should sleep. When the sun comes up, I’ll be about another fast paced agenda. Good night.