Sleepless Home

This house never sleeps. I’ve lost that nocturnal feeling. The kind of feeling you can feel if you stay up after midnight. I miss it.. I want it back. There is no night in my Summers, as well as mornings, that are long gone. We spend life in the afternoon, calm down in the evening, play through out the night, then sleep in the morning ’til noon. So boring.

I love my eyes viewing against the dying sun light. My image of paradise includes the sunset. The colorful sky that tells me the night – the day – has just begun. The clock inside signals the oil to start getting the engine going.

This is a typical blog post (trying to avoid the ‘this is a test’ or ‘first post’ entry). A typical blog post of my definition that is. How is re-blogging photos considered blogging anyways? At least not on my standard. Some kind of new tradition.

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