Hallelujah at night. - 04.11.2009 0:31
It's late at night. Under the shower I can see my breath, that cold it is. The city turns slowly silent. Sometimes you can hear the pidgeons fighting on the roof, making shrieking noises.
It's a night of no feelings, no carings. A night watching a movie alone with a cup of green tea and chocolate untill sleep is calling me.
Without the world getting dark we'd never realise how beautiful the stars can be. I guess.
Suta
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