Hush, starry skies

Last night, i climbed outside of my box.
I stepped out onto the ledge and everything... froze. Just stopped where it was.
The sky was open in all of it's honesty, a night so solemn and vulnerable that it seemed as if love itself had taken up residency in the cool breeze, wrapping me in secrets; secrets of my future, of my past, and the still quiet seconds which are always slipping. I glanced at the world around me, and miraculously it still turned upon it's hinges. I could hear voices, obscene through the velvet air, shattering the still.
Slowly they faded, caught up in the boxes, organized in rows, in numbers, in order of normality.
I turned my head and caught, in the corner of my eye, a memory. Not a memory of the past, but one of the future. The kind that can only be glimpsed in the passing moments of the present, in the small hours of the morning when all the world is surrendered. These memories come creeping, first softly and then singing, dancing in the corners of my eyes.
I see my future, the one that is so real. It pushes past my cultivated and chaotic mirage, it's quiet nuances breathing softly into my heart, whispering of the things I had only hoped i would think to dream.
I smiled, quietly.
The dark warmth of my room called me back, no more a wish than a necessity, and relucantly I lowered myself into my box, my four walls of normality and allowed sleep to take me away.
If only for just one more night.

if you can do it, so can I.

well, world? are you ready for me?
I highly doubt it, because I know that I am not. Actually, I'm very anti-blogs but here I am. A hypocrite.

Today I start my journey towards.... something. Honestly, I'm not quite sure what, or if I'll even like it when I get there, but it's worth chasing.
At this point, anything's better than where I am now, at this miserably okay moment in my awfully normal life.

Anything.
I just hope it's a good anything.


Laugh if you want, write me your words which are really just symbols of something you've felt in your head, or just remain silent. These words are not even for you, but for me. So that I can see them and leave them somewhere, instead of bustling around in my head.

Because, quite frankly, I have quite the headache.