The Obscure

It's 2 a.m. and I'm still awake. I was supposed to be offline and to bed and hour and a half ago. I went offline, and I went and watched TV, and I went into the bathroom and did my nightly bathroom ritual. To be frank, I am exhausted; but I cannot sleep. I don't know why, there are just thoughts spinning endlessly through my brain tonight. Good thoughts, bad thoughts, thoughts that are somewhere in between, all whizzing around in there like cars on a mental racetrack.
Good things are coming my way, life is sweet and today I love it. Bad things are lurking around the corners, and tomorrow is terrifying--all futures are terrifying.
I used to look at art and judge it, talk to myself and say, "I like this, but I don't like that... This is ok, but this is a no-no..etc.." But now, I just look at it and picture the emotion the artist was feeling when they made the piece. You cannot judge it, because it is a form of expression. There is art that I would say is higher quality work, but none that I would say is Better, just stuff that I like more. It's all about expression, every trade, lifestyle, speech pattern... it's all about expression. You can take a canvas, paint a few criss-crossing lines on it, and if it is your expression, then I approve; regardless of whether it sucks, (which it, conincedtnally, probably does.
Goodnight.