۱۳۸۸ شهریور ۱, یکشنبه

4in the morning, one summer night

The silence through my window simply reminds me of unique presence of my conscious inside my territory. What can I possibly say about matters I think about right now, and I really believe that’s not a matter of importance. But it seems to keep me awake for hours through the night that keeps away from entering my world of dreams, such a world that feels much finer to me. What am I aching for? Forget it.
Apart from all the reasons I find worthy to think of, I just like doing that. Simple and easy, night life is something attracting me in this empty hours of mine. No need to reach an answer or making a conclusion, just to remain alert through the night, brings me the final points during occupied hours of mine. Like a flashback you suddenly feel enlightened.
Well, why should I hide my thoughts? Those are about me myself, love, freedom, social affairs.
A quick review of my nights

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