a song at two in the morning for all those who are up writing papers with me

and it starts sometime around midnight. at least that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two. as you sit under your desk light, and itunes plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while. and the piano's this melancholy soundtrack to the miles of pages and pages you have to write before resting a while.

then there's a change in your emotions, and all these words come rushing like literary waves to your mind. but you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the lines (on the paper). as you type and type quotes, your head's spinning, your stomach in ropes. and then your friends say, "what is it? you look like you've seen a ghost." (i have, thanks--MY ghost. the ghost of carolyn killed by writing a paper all night long.)

you walk home under the streetlights and you're too tired to notice that everyone is just as tired as you. you just don't care what you look like, your brain has split into two! you just have to be there, you just have to be there, you just have to be there, you just have to be there, you just have to be there to know that writing papers will suck your soul like voldemort.