When the sun sets, the hidden passion and ineffable joy comes to me.
I guess I feel peace.
When everyone sleeps, I feel the peace and the silent to my brain and heart.
I love the solitude.
I guess, this is their conversation:
Heart: Why you're not sleeping?
Brain: I'm thinking dude, I've a lot of thing to think.
Heart: Dude, you sounds like having a hectic life, can't you just stop down?
Brain: You are pumping everyday. Why don't you stop? I'll stop if you stop.
Okay. I am lame.
Can't help it. It's night. And I love immersed into my own thoughts.
And while everyone is sleeping soundlessly, imagination works the best.
Somehow, I even imaginably believe the existence of zombies. Or apocalypse of zombie might happens.
They bump into my room and, ewwwwwww. *your imagination*
The solitude, the calm of myself that you only found on me in the dark.
I'm a night crawler, a peace seeker.
Sometimes, I just want someone who sits beside silently and share the same air.
Nothing much more than that.
Just like the dark, comes silently, and go soundlessly.
But leave me calm-er soul.
Sometimes. Just sometimes.
Silence is the true friend of mine that never betrays, is my best way to keep away from problems, and is my best revenge.























