Sitting on my balcony, watching over nothing but gardens. The darkness of the night is full of wonders. And I love it. The only sound is from the little waterfall in one of the gardens. No honking cars, no phones ringing and, best of all, no people talking. I can hear myself thinking, wondering. Wondering about life, about people, about reality and fiction. Questioning the existence of human being, of belief, of the entire universe. Wishing I was naive, innocent and full of dreams again. While I sit underneath the blanket of stars I ask myself how I can crawl back from my tearvalley and dance again on the courtyard of my heart. I have a journey to make. And although that frightens me, the night covers me with it’s calmness.
I sit there for hours, waiting for the spectaculair ending. The birds start singing their melodies. It’s a symphony of pure joy. And it’s my signal to go to sleep. While people are awakening I pull myself back. Hiding for the day and longing for the next night. It’s an addiction which has no cure.
