Mood:  bright

7 55 am. sitting in a lecture theater, waiting for that irregular ray of light to come shinning into my mind. A message from above, picking me up and taking me back to the wonderful world of the night time before.

Reflecting i find that there could be nothing more perfect than this. Two pieces of the same whole.

As if somone held a curved mirror to my soul and translated me into a place of ecstacy. *see Mordants Need by Stephen Donaldson*

 And so i sit here, in my crowded silence, these thoughts feelings and fantasies running through my mind. The harrowing emptyness kept at bay by the though of a touch. 

Slowly new presences enter this silence. Others are arriving and my solitude must end.

And  guess, so shall this.