Coming back to those nights when I can't sleep or work. I sit on the couch or bed and start thinking about all the good and bad decisions that I made and how I cannot amend them anymore. You can change your present and future but you cannot change your past.
In the deep silence of the night, I hear whispers at times that attract me towards them which is spectacular to my ears. But then I do not hear anything when I try to hear more, well it must be my imagination. Dwelling in the silence is what I do for a long period of time and I start reading a book or go through pictures on my gallery which is the initiation to nostalgia. Time never come back and I want to feel those feelings that I felt before.
The dark blanket that envelopes the sky and we call it night for it has to be an end to the day that we spend relentlessly and carelessly. I do wonder why the night falls and I do not see any bird in the sky. Even stars are not seen because of the air pollution. Still looking for the beauty that so many poets and writers talk about. Is the darkness beautiful or ugly? Nothing shines during those hours and everything stands still.
Got a preference for winter nights because summer nights are too much of a trouble. I like having frozen toes and getting more inspiration for whatever I am aiming to do in the upcoming days and months. I need the shiver under my fingers and neck to know that it is finally night and keep on over thinking about things that do not really matter because my brain wants to work at that specific time to disturb my soul.
There is so much inside me that I don't want to complicate things by putting them out to people who will start thinking that I am another person in the middle of the night or I am simply drunk over my words. Conversations that are never supposed to begin, are then started just like that and you do love or regret them after some time. You then recall the conversations of those nights as a memory that you want to erase but you can't.
I am yet to have more of those nights when I start to think more about people, places, things, time, feelings, emotions and pointless ramblings that will be faded away in twenty years. And it is uncontrollable for you and I.
In the deep silence of the night, I hear whispers at times that attract me towards them which is spectacular to my ears. But then I do not hear anything when I try to hear more, well it must be my imagination. Dwelling in the silence is what I do for a long period of time and I start reading a book or go through pictures on my gallery which is the initiation to nostalgia. Time never come back and I want to feel those feelings that I felt before.
The dark blanket that envelopes the sky and we call it night for it has to be an end to the day that we spend relentlessly and carelessly. I do wonder why the night falls and I do not see any bird in the sky. Even stars are not seen because of the air pollution. Still looking for the beauty that so many poets and writers talk about. Is the darkness beautiful or ugly? Nothing shines during those hours and everything stands still.
Got a preference for winter nights because summer nights are too much of a trouble. I like having frozen toes and getting more inspiration for whatever I am aiming to do in the upcoming days and months. I need the shiver under my fingers and neck to know that it is finally night and keep on over thinking about things that do not really matter because my brain wants to work at that specific time to disturb my soul.
There is so much inside me that I don't want to complicate things by putting them out to people who will start thinking that I am another person in the middle of the night or I am simply drunk over my words. Conversations that are never supposed to begin, are then started just like that and you do love or regret them after some time. You then recall the conversations of those nights as a memory that you want to erase but you can't.
I am yet to have more of those nights when I start to think more about people, places, things, time, feelings, emotions and pointless ramblings that will be faded away in twenty years. And it is uncontrollable for you and I.
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