0 Fireflies

You start with a trash. You are looking for an inspiration. You hear the music, those voices. You played the music. You feel it, you felt it, you keep feeling it. You bang your head in the middle of the song writing and at the same time thinking. You wanted to sing but you've realized that it will interrupt the song, the voice that made you bang your head. And you keep banging, you can't stop... you like what you're hearing, you love what you're hearing, and you keep thinking of what to write. The song is about to finish, switch the tab, then played it again.

You played the same song again. It feels the same. It undermines the silence, the lest dead place that you were in. It's 2:51am and you're wide awake. You keep typing. You keep thinking. You still wanted something. You don't want something that you don't need. You need something that you want. You want to touch someone. You want to be touched. It's what you hear, because it's what you wanted to hear. And the song is playing till the end, you switched the tab and thinking if you want to play that same song or maybe you could just hear something new, for a while.

But you played the same song, again, for the third time. And you still find it amusing. You are still typing. You don't want any distractions. You turned up the volume. It feels good like it felt for the first time. And it is because you wanted to hear the song, and because it tells you what you want to hear. You felt like you can go on for another 10 time loop for this song and not feeling fed up. Like you are talking with it, but you are not. Definitely, not. The song ended few seconds ago.

You switched the tab and tried to look for an old song you know, for a change. Then you found fireflies, and that changes the mood. Time for a new post. It's 3am, Saturday.