The moon consists of holes
deep black pits
of emptiness.
It consists of darkness,
yet it is our only source of light at night.
Everyone is sleeping
the TV downstairs
has been silent for hours
the stairs are no longer screeching
screaming
under the weight of humans mounting it.
As I turn and turn
I wonder if I’m the only one awake right now
I wonder what the others that are awake are doing.
Knowing I won’t be getting any sleep
at least not tonight,
I wonder if I’m the only one
… it sure does feel like it.
But being awake at this time
is not always a bad thing.
I like to walk the street at times like this
feel like the only person on this planet.
The night is beautiful
stars hover over us day after day
we never thank them for being there
and being beautiful
but they’re always there.
They remind me of the polkadots
on the dress I used to wear when I was five.
The night sky is mysterious
yet beautiful
it is endless
and holds so many secrets.
As I take in the magnificent silence,
I start to think.
That this all,
the moon,
the stars,
the night sky,
the silence,
they’re all beautiful.
And it is sad that there’s so few people awake to see it.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
The moon consists of holes
deep black pits
of emptiness.
It consists of darkness,
yet it is our only source of light at night.
Everyone is sleeping
the TV downstairs
has been silent for hours
the stairs are no longer screeching
screaming
under the weight of humans mounting it.
As I turn and turn
I wonder if I’m the only one awake right now
I wonder what the others that are awake are doing.
Knowing I won’t be getting any sleep
at least not tonight,
I wonder if I’m the only one
… it sure does feel like it.
But being awake at this time
is not always a bad thing.
I like to walk the street at times like this
feel like the only person on this planet.
The night is beautiful
stars hover over us day after day
we never thank them for being there
and being beautiful
but they’re always there.
They remind me of the polkadots
on the dress I used to wear when I was five.
The night sky is mysterious
yet beautiful
it is endless
and holds so many secrets.
As I take in the magnificent silence,
I start to think.
That this all,
the moon,
the stars,
the night sky,
the silence,
they’re all beautiful.
And it is sad that there’s so few people awake to see it.
This might sound cliché but I spelt a very long time working on this and I have a Dutch version as well I might publish it I don't know.
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