owning the night

Has it ever occured to anyone that probably the most beautiful things in this world are the most temporary? Fireworks only have a few seconds for people to admire their beauty. The sun sets quicker when you're admiring it. A day is rather sometimes too short and people can quickly forget to admire everyrhing around them.

Life, the mosr beautiful thing in existance, is the most temporary. And in one of the nights from work, while waiting for a train, I caught myself staring at the night sky, painted in dark blue and black, with a hint of purple leaving the horizons of the mystic sky, scattered light gray clouds floating by and the moon staring down on me. It was wonderful. After a long day of work, it was nice to take a breather and glance at the view and say "wow It's trully beautiful to be alive"

I've converted to Blogging

Okay, So I'm probably writing to an audience of zero to none right now, but this isn't for the audience. This is for me. When some people have noting better to do, or are often sad or confused or stressed or whatever, they have their own ways of entertainment, of venting, of recovery, of feeling better. Me it's either art or writing. I don't write for fun, I write because I some how feel better afterwards. It's much easier to remove my thoughts and write about what's bothering me than to tell it to someone. I need just need someone to tell stuff to, without them having to criticize or comment on what I just said.

So, here's my first post.

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I welcome me to Blogging