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sunday night or should i say monday morning...2:45am, still awake how i wish i was asleep. in this big dark room i sit with nothing to look forward for tomorrow. i wish i have something...there is too many wish this wish that in my life right now when will it stop? i live a life which is not bad at all...but still why do i feel like i am still searching, is it just me or is everyone always searching for something? will there be a time when you are done searching and looking for nothing more than just a day of tomorrow? i have too many questions to sleep a night away. i really do hope what i am searching for is also searching for me as well...atleast that way i am okay and not wasting time. I don't want to live my life searching for that something and never finding it and taking it with me to my death. Now that would be a great story to tell...actually that would be a sad story to tell. people look at me sometimes and i can see that they see this gurl with a big smile but i don't think they really see me clearly if only they look a little deeper they might see something else...well, actually maybe it;s better that way...i sure hope to see that smile of mine, and i like to see that smile the day i find that "thing" watever i am looking for. well, whoever is reading this, please don't think i am this lonely sad person, i am not, i am just someone who likes to express myself in words...and i do get carried away with words because it is these words that make me happy and give me that peace of mind. good night...that is if i go to sleep after this...which i sure hope so because i could use a nice sleep.

Sitting alone under the cool summer night

I can feel the cold hard concrete underneath me

Though it is uncomfortable I don’t care

All that matters to me is this beautiful night that surrounded me

With the door behind me half open leading into my world

The flickering candle waiting for me to come back

I tilt my head and peek inside I see…the flickering candle dancing and moving to the music coming from the corner…

The music, a French lady singing this beautiful melody…ever so sweet to my ears

I am almost dancing, I can feel my spirit leaving my tired body to dance with the soul of this unrecognizable words…

Though the words she sings are unknown to my ears…still I am making up…imagining the story she is telling…

She is singing of two lovers…admiring each other, flirting with their eyes under the starry night of Paris…the violin player who is sitting on this bridge plays his heart out inspired by the lover dancing under the silver moon…than I look up I see the big sliver moon smiling down on Paris…. deeper I look I can see a man dressed in white playing this giant gold piano, his smile ever so sweet like the lady’s voice standing next to him in this bright red dress, she gracefully dances back and forth like the gentle breeze that surrounds the summer night here in my world…

Still sitting I no longer feel the cold concrete underneath me the warmth of my body has spread around me while I was lost in Paris…

The night still beautiful I can almost feel its beauty creeping into my heart…

I look inside the once full of life flickering candle has slowed down…

It moves slowly back and forth telling me to come inside

To leave the silent peaceful night behind my door was sad yet I was sure to return back soon…for its beauty for I can never have enough of the cool summer nights.