Nights like these, they really get to me. If you look at it, there's nothing particularly special about it, really. It's a night like most other nights. I've been working in the wee hours of the morning for about a year now and it's something that I love to do with an intensity. Everything is quiet, I'm typing in near darkness, I'm listening to an eclectic mix of music as I work. I'm truly alone. So what's so special about it? I just don't know. I can't pinpoint to any specific factor.
Every so often I take a break: pop a cold one, savor the unique taste on my tongue and in my throat, taking in the lyrics of the songs I must have listened to a thousand times or more and finding out that there's always a certain way I haven't listened to a certain song yet. It's like it's being broadcast on one frequency and I'm listening to it on another. Listening to new songs. All of them somehow making me think about things like love, angst, futility, fulfillment. Hopelessness, hope. Wanting what's impossible, but helplessly wanting it anyway. Acceptance.
Damn you, HB, for that FF song! :-D