It always seems like it's alot easier to think in the dark. Somtimes I'll evenstay up realy late just to think, to clear my mind. Lately my mind has been pretty overloaded, it was realy late, eeryone in my house was asleep, the only light on was the one near my bed. I was just sitting there, singing a song I heard earlier that day, quietly of course. The song I was singing wasn't realy about anything in piticular, but you could tell it was written by a very confused person. I got up and began to pace my room, it was easier to think when I was moving, but in my room I didn't have much room to pace. I walked down into the living room, but I still wasn't satisfied. I finally decided that the best place to think would be outside.

It was probably the first day of the year that it wasn't so cold I had to waer a jacket. It was on of those rare days where it is absolutly comfortable, its warm, but with a little breeze, it felt great. I walked around my neighborhood, I didn't usualy get to see it like this, late at night. I looked in the yards and they all seemed so different, everyone was inside there house sleeping, they probably did't even know how perfect it felt to be out here. I was sort of happy though, I don't think I would have felt as good if I wasn't the only one out there.

I continued to walk until I came the newest house in the neighborhood. It was just finished about a week ago and I never met the people that lived there. When I walked by I could hear music coming from the garage. I walked up the driveway right to the garage door, it was the song I was just singing. It sounded so good, it releived any stress I was feeling. I sat next to the door just to listen and a single tear came down my face. Somthing is defintly wrongh with me, I realy should tell and adult or somthing. The music stopped and I quickly rubbed off my face and tried to regain my dignity. The door I was leaning against opened and I practicly fell on my back. A guy about 22 was standing over me looking prettyu confused. I stood up and appoligized. "It's okay, you wanna come in" he said.
"Sure" he seemed like a fine guy. I walked into the garage, it was filled with music equiptment, guitars and drum and keybaords and instrument I'd never heard of were line up around the walls and spread through the room. "Were you playing that song"
"Yeah, I realy like that song"
" Me too, it's been in my head all day, that's why I was sitting by your door like an idiot, I wanted to hear it again"
"Don't worry about it, I'm glad you liked it" He walked to his guitar, put the strap over his shouler and stated playing the song. It sounded so good, I started to mouth the words. "You wanna sing" he said. He went off to the corner and got a microphone, turned it on and put it up to my face.
"No way, I'm not singer" my words were amplified by the microphone.
"C'mon, I don't care if you suck, it's just for fun" he stareted playing the song from the beggining. I waited for the part with lyrics and just started singing it my best, wich was still realy crappy, but it felt good.
He kept asking me songs I knew the words to, he'd play them and I'd sing, we did that for about an hour. Then I left. He said he had a good time ajmming with me, although I realy wouldn't call that jamming. I went home and went to sleep, I was glad to get in my warm bed, and my mind was way clearer. It realy is amazing what a good song can do for you sometimes.

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