Wildfire

I wrote a new song about 24 hours ago.
It's always these moments at night time where perhaps the most genuine side of me flourishes. I have no idea why. I wish I were a morning person. Things would be so much easier.
But there's simply something about this time at night, where everything is still, and there's no one here to please. I can start dancing around stupidly in Elmo pyjama shorts if I want to, and feel confident that no one is going to be watching.
So that's a really bad example, but it's an honest one since I actually did that last week. You know that song by the New Radicals, called You Get What You Give? "Don't let go, you've got the music in you" etc. etc.
Such a good song.

Ahem...

This song that I wrote is probably one giant fluke.
Somehow, through the simplicity and the analogies, I managed to (for once) successfully put the way I've been feeling into words.
That never, ever, ever happens to me, just so you know. 90% of the songs I write are ones I don't feel completely satisfied with, because it's just too difficult to find words that accurately portray how I'm truly feeling.

If you thought I was going to share the lyrics to this song in this post, then you are wrong... haha.

I'm just so relieved that I could sufficiently convey what I've been feeling in musical form, in a way that makes me feel happy with the outcome.

At the very least, I've told you the title of the song, since it's the title of this post.

If only I could do these kinds of things during daylight hours.*sigh*
Perhaps my aunt knows what she's talking about when she calls me a nightingale bird...