Oft I lay awake at the dawn of darkness, pondering this deranged universe of life. The birds caw, the insects chirrup, and yet we say we are alone. The sounds of city far away, the hum of life that never falters. The city breathes it's breath of night, and earth that hums her answer. The light of stars so far away, and yet just ghosts of past. We lay at night and cease our thought, over songs of life the death of silence. We are just a thought upon this world, a faded breath on glass. And when we pass we listen now, to the life and sounds of night.
