say what? ...oh. poetry. kind of.

I am on a random high point of my tiredness, meaning I don't really want to go to bed yet, and I mean really, it's only ten, why should I? Even though I really ought to, considering that I was nearly falling asleep calling cues today. (My own fault for staying up until I finished my book. Connie Willis is a really fabulous writer--go read Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog--I like the second better because it's more lighthearted, but they're both amazing.)

And now, a riff on Sonnet 130 because I feel like writing random poetry. Not iambic pentameter though, I am so not mentally organized enough. And no, this isn't about anybody, although the first lines are like ones I wrote years ago for a crush long gone. (And, incidentally, it's terrible, but I'm posting anyhow, cause...probably because my tiredness is preventing normal self esteem issues.)

( some witty title here. i hate titles. )

This song makes me want to build a tall, tall treehouse in the middle of the forest, so that I climb into and beyond the trees and see the stars spread across the entire sky, with the nearest human lights so far on the horizon they could be stars themselves...