took a four hour nap today and woke up at dusk, thinking it was dawn. blue tinge to everything, as if the air was rarified somewhat. some people say in the purest of whites lies a tinge of blue. lay in bed waiting for the sun to rise. but then, dawn was really dusk and it could only get darker.　there's something about the twilight that puts things in perspective.

人に自分らしく生きてくださいって言われるけど本当の自分らしさは何でしょうか。