one of those nights.

one of those nights when your mind tends to be all over. wait, not your mind but my mind. my mind was all over the place. yes thats right. writing, rather typing, while listening to music is rather odd. i have been struggling to formulate what i think into words and its becoming trying. writing can become a tedious task at times when i feel this way and i wonder why i am doing it. i ran right off the track, i was supposed to be explaining why it was "one of those nights." ill get back on track just give me a moment. a boy was artworking up this room with absurd amounts of red, and i came to a conclusion while laying in bed watching him paint. the color red is vibrant and brings warmth to a room. and i supposed if you placed someone in a red room with a colder temperature and than placed the same person in a light blue room with the same colder temperature that psychologically the person would feel warmer in the red room when in fact both rooms were the same temperature. absurdity at its finest of thoughts. my mind is heading nowhere at the moment and the thought of trying hard to write is one of the evilest of sins. so here i stop, for i've already sinned. til next time.