Quiet music streams through the speakers as my fingers travel swiftly across the keyboard. The soft, dim glow of the lamp illuminates the room and a sense of stillness wraps around me like a blanket.
It is late. Probably far too late for me to be awake. I should be burrowed deep in the covers of my bed, resting before another day, but I can’t. There is something about the night that draws me, something magical and unique, something that you just don’t get during the daytime. While everyone is sleeping, lost deep in their subconscious minds, I am awake, lost in my my own mind, where thoughts and ideas can so easily flow and develop in the peaceful silence of the night.
This is when art truly comes alive for me, I think. I was never really sure of it before, but now I know that this is the truth. As I sit here, quietly swimming through the recesses of my mind, I become sure that it is now, during the dead of night, that is my artistic domain.
This is night. This is the time when creativity rules and art conquers. This is what makes life worth living.
"Make This Go On Forever" by Snow Patrol
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Speculations of an Artistic Mind: Jane's Thoughts
Non-FictionEveryone has thoughts. These ones are mine.
