12 a.m.

Midnight already.
Another day goes, another day dies.
I’ve learnt today: I can be alone,
and feeling like one in a million in this world
In my bed all I hear is my breath.

Sweet night, acute sense of pain.
Passes through my desires and fears giving’em life.
Never has talked to me; we are tender and cold friends;
Rather than friendship, it is a sick complicity.

Night comes and my feelings unfolds, I am a see-through glass.
Night, you glimpse well but better analyse.
You are dark, black curls covering the stars,
Unknown walker in this big town.
How many have you seen loving? How many walking?
And how many others forgetting?

Midnight has no return, nothing have when I am here.
There is no further on, there is no looking back.
Midnight early morn.
I lean naked on my bed, I miss,
I feel, cant help; I think.