Tonight I sat down in front of the lappie and got to do what I hadn't for a long time. Too long.

The house was dark & quiet with mum asleep in her room. Warm soft yellow light emanating from my lamp. Staind weaving familiar tunes in night air. The occasional motorbike screaming past outside. My familiar keyboard tapping softly under my fingertips. Fan sending a cool breeze. Geek glasses comfortably on my nose as I happily surf. Anna Nalick's Breathe now. Apt music. Good music.

Oh how I've missed this without realising. Just some me time. Late at night. Without the worry of work or waking up early the next day. And my music, oh my lovely forsaken music collection.
U2, Lifehouse, Chemical Romance, Buble, Snow Patrol, Green Day, Robbie, Goo Goo Dolls, Pussycat Dolls , Zero 7, Bryan Adams, Norah Jones, Nickelback, Kelly C, Hotel Costes, Train, the songs just keep playing on. . .

My soul has become much poorer without it. The endless words, drafted sentences, structured paragraphs and stacks of affidavits make me hollow. Tired & weary of staring at the computer 11-12 hours a day makes doing this an impossibility on weekdays. It's usually just shower, tv, drink & sleep.. actually just step 1 & 4 most nights.

So here I sit soaking the tranquility and comfort of the night.

As Jack Johnson wafts through the air... easing me to peaceful slumber.

The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the way
Its getting late

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papas translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations