There are so many stars that it seems
imaginary. So many clouds;so many funny shapes that it looks fake. The moon is a
perfect circle of gold, forged? After all those years of learning the cycle of
the sun, the moon and earth I still wonder where exactly the sun hides and yet
still provides us enough light to see in the night. It's never too dark for you
to not see a thing (unless you get a lunar eclipse that is) a sigh escapes from
the depths of my thoughts. And how is that one night you can see all the stars
that are possibly there and the next you can barely see a few of them. I bet they
are little illusionary things. I shake of the desperation and look at the long
shadows that the murky night throws around me. Ridiculous they are giving
people a reason to believe in creepy ghosts. And why is that the rustle of the
leaves is always sinister in the dark? Everything seems phony to me in the dark,
artificial. The voices go hushed, the lights dim, the wind seems to make your
neck-hair rise in a disturbing dreadful way; why? The unresolved case of the
mysterious alien nights…
Momina.
picture: the starry night by Gogh, Vincent Van.
picture: the starry night by Gogh, Vincent Van.
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