THE TWO OH FOUR POST.

2:04 a.m

I can't stop thinking. I'm always thinking of something or many things at the same time. By the time I can express one of the thoughts, I'm already behind the flow of it.
Sometimes it's good. Sometimes thinking too hard is noxious. It's a blessing. What a damn thing.

A few times I found myself walking alone around 2, 3 a.m not knowing exactly what I was doing. I was only thinking. I wonder how other people do it. How do they walk? What's their speed? How fast is their thinking pace?

My eyes really want to rest. I've tried to shut them since 11 p.m and look at what I'm doing now. Eyes wide open with a toxic phone screen on. I keep thinking about things. My work, my future, how I want to do it, how good I want myself to be at doing it. Then I get lost in my thoughts with my past, my beloved dog, the old habits of mine, the worries I used to have, the questions I used to ask but now I've found the answers to. They always give me more concern. They also deliver peace.

For our mind is our best ally.

2.14 a.m

"IT'S MIDNIGHT AND THE MIND WANDERS."

I wake up every morning and think "I'm so lucky to be alive today."

Even when I'm sad, I still think I'm lucky.

Sadness and happiness only exist in the mind. I can hold onto neither of them and they have no physical or mental influence on me. Those states of mind fuel the incognito personality that a person rarely shows. Whether he or she is a devil or an angel, it certainly represents something human. 

Most of the time I don't know what is the right thing to say. People I've met are messier than I am. 

It's a lie to say that creativity is original. The moment I do something creative, I commit a crime. If my work is an obvious copy, shame on me. If my work delivers a specific kind of authenticity, jokes on me. Whatever it is, as long as it's creative, it's not original.

France. The museums, the music in the streets, the pastries, the cafes, the buildings and rude people, thiefs. Singapore. Lively nightlife, various cultures, Eastern body with Western soul, MM6, $12 pack of cigarettes. 

"It's midnight and the mind wanders.", said my friend who I believe to stay up late a lot. My dear, best things happen at midnight. I want to do something crazy, risky and magical with someone in a strange place at midnight. Perhaps I only need to walk the streets with the right one. 

Midnight is happening. Open your eyes and charge your phone because crazy humans will stay up late and post something weird.