"only the moon, only the moon, only the moon will hear my plea"

many introspections later.. i find myself tapping away here in this same spot. it is a warm corner, where i've come to embrace my most unbeautiful (and therefore beautiful) thoughts. i never mention my physical self during these posts, so i suppose i'll diverge: i like to lose my physicalities in an old favorite worn out and oversized sweater on nights like these, to make blurry the preoccupational vanities i usually indulge in. it is only then that i find myself able to connect with the deeper levels of my humanity: when i'm withdrawn from it only to reflect. is that too lofty?

*clears throat*

regardless.. i'm feeling exceptionally human tonight. the breeze from a window behind me plays up and down the parts of my back that are bare, and it feels sharper than usual. my nerve endings are alive like they haven't been. just as unusually active are my thoughts. i've been visiting with my oldest friend, Insecurity. we can be found, a detracting pair, hidden in the shades of a bitter night.. talking about a betterment that should be occurring, old loves, and what i had for lunch. i know this fellow isn't the best company to keep, but the old dog slithers back into my life just when i'm weariest. and what can i say about it? i'm weak for familiarity.. and sometimes i feel most real when i'm being picked apart.

what kind of cycle is this?

"only the creatures of the night will harmonize with me"