I know its late, but I couldn't fall asleep. Okay, maybe I can, but i just don't want to. Simply just because I particularly like the times like this, and I certainly don't wanna miss even a second of the quiet night. It's not like I could do this everyday, so since its weekend, I'm so gonna stay up late, enjoying the minutes to dawn, with a cup of instant cappuccino, and a romance novel I got from the IRC. Sitting in front of the window, having the cold night air taunting me, just like they always do, seeping up my cup of hot cappuccino, looking high up into the sky, and somehow I find the feeling wonderful. The late night sky, it looks just so beautiful. With the moon and a few shinning stars outcasting the groovy thick clouds, it was an indeed very simple, and yet perfectly illustrated piece of art. Being alone when the world's sleeping, often makes me feel forsaken, but not in the sense that I am lonely, surprisingly I somehow awkwardly enjoy being left alone. Maybe I just needed some time on my own to do some deep thinking like this, figuring out the realms beyond simplicity, and searching for the inspiration that feeds the mind of thoughts.
