You know, I got to see one of the best sights in the whole world (at least, for me). A sunrise, right out of the city.
I know, I know, it should've been paired with a romantic partner or something, Maybe some flowers or two, and then maybe a box of chocolates. Then a kiss and snuggle as the sun rises on a new day.
But you know me. I can't even get a girl to first base, much less even a home run.
Though I'd probably bring you up here to the roof, and watch the sunrise with me.
How do sunrises go where you are? Do they just rise up, lighting up the sky, or just appear there, like they've been there all the while?
For me…well, they're just majestic. Like there's this big thing chasing out the night. Bringing another day…another chance.
I just feel great when it happens.
It's like you're the first human on Earth, seeing the Sun rise for the first time. There's that sensation of happiness and of melancholy, like having one day pass and another starting right in front of you.
Ha. I'm probably reading too much into it.
Maybe it's just me, deprived of sunsets, waxing lyrical about them. It's like that guy completely losing his mind over the sight of double rainbows.
I gush sometimes when there's someone to talk to. Sorry about that.
It's a nervous habit. Having no one to talk to (aside from Little Mongrel) gave me a whole lot of nervous habits. Thank God running from the conversation isn't one of them.
I'm really hoping I get to kick the bucket on my habits. Maybe this year, or the next. What I'm sure about is that I'll be able to break them before I die.
Or maybe die with them. No harm with that.