Sometimes I really don\’t want to sleep at night,
the night is so quiet that you almost think this whole space is all yours
the street, the light, the wind, the cloud, the moon,
and if you want,
you can have the whole world be yours too.
They are all listening,
listening to whatever your thought is, whatever flashes through your mind,
and they stay silent, they take everything in,
they embrace you with the same darkness which hardly ever changes.
Nothings echos back,
and you know that, that\’s all you want,
you are hurt, sad, sorrow, broken in the inside,
sometimes your wound need some air,
the night will give them whatever.