It's 2am. I should probably sleep. I am tired and I need to wake up 7:30. I have so much on my mind that I don't want to sleep. I want to enjoy theses hours before the start of a new tiring day. For some reason I am feeling nostalgic. I listened to songs I was listening too as a teen and and in my early twenties. Mostly French songs. Romantic, poetic and dramatic. I danced my heart out, barefoot singing to my imaginary public. I cried too. It made me feel better. I used to do this a lot as a teen. I didn't go anywhere else beside my school so I spent my time imagining things. I imagined being in love, suffering from it and sang song about it with all my emotions. I don't know but I feel I could have been a good actor.
I also remembered writing in my blog and the joy I felt finding someone else's blog. I don't know why but there was something special about these Google blogspot blogs. You could find a random person who just like that for the sake of sharing, write about their life, their feelings and hopes. Now still people do that on Instagram or other social media posts but in the sea of other content these posts get lost. Why I am thinking about what teenage me used to spend her time doing in 2010? I don't know all I know I don't want to sleep. I want time to pause. Tomorrow is just another day, nothing special. Yet I just want to stay in this moment. But life doesn't work like that and I should sleep.
