sleeping society

I don’t sleep at night anymore, and although I’m sure there’s a million reasons why it’s unhealthy to go to bed long after the sun has risen, and awaken long after it has set, I continue to do it.

There’s something magical about the hours from 2:00 to 5:00 in the morning. Not only is the city life dead and the landscape empty, but there’s also an incredibly overwhelming feeling of solitude. The rest of your world sleeps, after all.

You can shed that plastic smile you wear for that boy at 4 in the morning. You can take off those painful shoes you wear just to impress that girl. You can drop that funny act to fit in at school. As the rest of society sleeps, you are no longer shackled to its railroad track of an education system. Finally, you are free to be yourself. Wholeheartedly.

It’s as beautiful as it is terrifying.

—  will-babin 
You may see tattoos, piercings, and rebellion, but their fans see acceptance, individuality, and revolution. You hear screaming and insults to your precious society, their fans hear hope and criticism of your distorted society. This is not a genre of hatred and insults, this is a genre of self-love and acceptance. This is punk music.
—  S.S.