Le wild Update appears!

Oh, hello. It's been a long time. How have you been?
I haven't been very attentive with regards to 'DA INTAWEBS' lately.
This is because I've been wallowing in a pool of metamorphosis-ness, called an Identity crisis.
Thus far, the identity crisis hasn't helped my Blog posting ability and I'm still trying to figure out the big question of;
"Doctor Wh..." nope, wrong question
"Who am I?" That's better.
All these life questions and mind boggling existential ideologies and hypothetical whoo-zimi-what-sits are confusing me.
Thus far, I have no idea where my life is going, but that's no excuse to Not engage with the internet.*
*it probably is*
With this post, I will leave you a musing from my 'notes' collection.
So my outstanding works of poetic literature that I've made recently are;
The Ode to a Small piece of Paper,
Several romantic Musings and assorted sappy things,
Plenty of peotic notations and such to pick through,
A few depressing artistic pieces of Literature.
While the list itself looks pretty small, the Musings and Notations are quite vast, I just didnt feel like naming them all.
I'll try and put something up on FimFiction.
Of all the digital things I made, this one seemed most appropriate, as it's mainly a short story as opposed to actual poetry.
(This is a slight dramatization of my nightly trip to the kitchen for water)

Day and Night

Nothing.
Here, there is nothing, only darkness.
This is not a fearsome darkness though, it is a peaceful feeling that enshrouds me here.
Here, in these last few moments if consciousness, here, the darkness is my ally.

The darkness does not last long, as soon, the soothing darkness of my room morphs into another episode of dreams, dreams full of dramatic occasions, awkward encounters, and disturbing prophecies. But it's over soon enough, and once again, any iota of comfort is ripped from my mind when my alarm bursts into its usual outburst of obnoxious noise.
"Bleah... Alarm! Why you so stupid?"
I ask, as I fumble about trying to murder the cause of my disturbance. I hear a distinct rattle from my door, someone's trying to get in, judging from their persistence, they want to ensure that I'm awake and getting ready for school.
And here's the hardest part of my morning.
In a futile effort to unlock the door, I begin crawling out of my bed, leaving behind the warmth of my electric blanket, and falling into the unforgiving cold of the morning.
A good 10 seconds later, I've managed to worm my way far enough out of bed that I can use my long arms to unlock the door, as soon as it's unlocked, I slither back into bed and wait for the door to open.

The rest of my day was nowhere near as eventful as the dream I had last night. Even though I can't remember last nights dream, I'm sure it was better than the boring day at school. At school, there is no darkness, nothing as comforting as the darkness. As the night drifts closer, I finally start to feel comfortable. Not happy, but comfortable. The further into the night, the more lethargic my movements become, while still accurate and precise, they begin to resemble the movements of a diver, as if my body is submerged, and the water restricts me from moving too fast. Late into the night, my insomnia kicks in, and soon after everyone has gone to sleep, my brain only becomes more active. Eventually, I turn off the lights in my room, and begin staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars dotting my ceiling. While no where near as comforting as the real stars, it's still an awe inspiring feeling. Without the light, there is no bounds to the darkness, only the infinite expanses that enshrouds me and my stars. For the first time in the day, I start to feel the calling to imbibe a hydrating solution. Smiling, I peel away my sheets, and stealthily make my way to the door. The darkness outside my room is strange. It's comforting, but it is to be feared. It's mysterious, but I know everything about it. In the light, I know everything, but the darkness is humbling, it brings me to test my memories and senses, the memories and senses that I don't get to use all the time.

My movements in the darkness are clumsy. With my arms outstretched, I feel my way along the narrow hallway walls, remembering the feeling of each crack and crevasse of each brick that forms it. Sensing that I'm approaching the corner, I brace myself as I'm plunged into the darkness of the living Room. The most terrifying leap of faith, it's like stepping out if a cramped car, and into a vast field of grass, you're torn from the small confines and thrown into the expanse. But here in the lounge room, I can't see, but I can remember, slowly prowling my way across the floor, I wait for the familiar feeling of the rug beneath my feet, and soon enough, I find myself perfectly on target, and begin walking on the edge of the grainy rug. Shortly after the rug ends, I walk right into the night life of the Computer room, even with the computers off, their ports still glow and blink, much like City lights, creating a spectacular sight.

To be continued.
No actual story line or anything yet, just a quick little project thing. In truth, I have yet to start an actual story, I always have some trouble working on stories. Between starting them too fast, or not introducing the characters properly, or just freaking out at the prospect of writing a story. Heck, it took me several days to refine this blog post alone. So yeah, enjoy the Update my loyal Followers.