• Another night follows the day.
    Like a child does its mother.
    Still I lie awake.
    Plagued by insomnia, I sit up on the roof top.
    The night is peaceful.
    The moon shines brightly as the sky glitters with stars.
    The evening summer breeze cools my thoughts.
    I stare upon the sky endlessly.
    I do not want the sun to rise.
    For the eternal night would please me.
    For if the sky was to always be like this.
    My thoughts would always be calm.