Sometimes it makes sense.Sometimes you wish you could invite the glimmering stars inside for the night, just for a while, just this once.Each heartbeat sounds loud like the splashing of waves against the sand at Tonga beach, again and again. No one listens though, no one hears the emptiness of everyday.

If this was a story, if this moment in your life was a paragraph quickly etched by hand and ink, it would be the final scene to a great story, but then, this is your life, your smile drying in the air, a kiss so long ago left your lips longing, left your soul hungered and you heartbeats empty.

So your palms press hard against the window pane, the coolness seeping into you deep into your skin.You widen your eyes even more as if searching, trying to find an invisible parcel in the air that will deliver sweet sleep to you tonight. yet your gaze travels across the shadows of night, travels like eyes of a predator across the metal city.

"...Where are you? why don't you find me? how come you never reach out to me? where are you...?" your silenced cry, fades into your heartbeat, melts into your sigh and melds with your everlasting hope for your heart's desire.

You turn your head, your weary naked feet carry you like a fading shadow across the cold floor, a journey to your bed, you have become so accustomed to, with your eyes closed, in the dark you would always find your way.. "poetry is truth".... enjoy.