Once again i see myself surounded by sleepless nights, disappointed by the things around me. Long and dark nights without hope and more that anything cold and lonely.

My dear sleepless nights where i write without stoping. My beloved nights, that tries to fill the emptiness that someone should have filled. Silver night decorated with bright stars and social fireflies.

My appreciated night where i’m able to give things sence and analyze the tangles that tire my heart.

Hypocrite night that ends when i need her most and abandons me like someone did shortly ago. But it continues being my night.