sleepy morning

"Of all the bright machinery
Love's the strangest of inventions
How could this all just turn on me?
When all I wanted was perfection
And you are
That's what you are to me
You're the brightest star when all the world's asleep"
-bic runga:election night-

i'm reading this book called more, now, again by elizabeth wurtzel which is more of a memoir than a story. inside the book, she wrote about her life as an addict. this is the second book i read about drugs addiction. the first one, written by michael burrough called junky, tells quite the same story, and it's all about depression. it shows that drugs are somewhat beautiful, but everything that surrounds it, that came after or before it, are ugly and sometimes disgusting. i haven't finish reading it though. i have to go to sleep first. zzzzzzzz......