you can be anything at three in the morning

Can't sleep. Oh dear.

I don't even remember what started this peculiar chain of thought. Perhaps it's the title of one of the songs.


For some I'm just a socially awkward girl. Worse, for many I'm a mere vertically awkward being.
For them I'm a treasure and a chain ball.
For some I'm a disillusioned fool. For some I'm a diagonal not-fool.
For some I'm a convenient counsellor. For some more I'm a quiet busybody.
For some I'm athletic. For some I'm horribly unfit.
For some I'm a wordsmith. For some I'm a shuttering invalid.
For some I'm a mad idealist. For some I'm a boring realist.
For some I'm an academic. For some I'm simply incompetent.
For some I'm a hard worker. For some I'm a slacker to the bone.
For some I'm a loudspeaker. For some I'm mute.
For some I'm a virtuoso. For some I'm pathetically tone-deaf.
For some I'm sensitive and weird. For some I'm thick-skinned and ignorant.
For some I'm full of expression. For some I'm bloody stoic.
For some I'm easily amused. For some I'm a block of ice at heart.
For some I'm a puppy. For some I'm a mite.
For some I'm a narcissist. For some I'm too carefree.
For some I'm good with black. For some I'm making wise choices with white.
For some I'm an artist. For some I'm wasting my time.
For some I'm a jack-of-all-trades. For some I'm a master-of-none.
For some I'm a loyal friend. For some I'm a deceived commoner.
For some I'm a kaleidoscope. For some I'm a garden. For some I'm a fishbone on the seabed.

I'm a flower at the same time a rock.
I have been listening, listening, listening. Reading, reading and taking them all in.
And these streams of confusion only grew into a whirlpool and then a black-hole complete with a void in the center.
For me I'm a wreck of everything. Glittering smashed pieces. Can be sharp.