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Alone at night, as if someone needed.

To expect from someone a “good night” and all that kind, and sadly peer into the darkness outside the window.

Familiar, is it true?

You dream of leaving, walking all night in private with the stars.

Feel a light wind through a strand of hair, a little frozen tip of the nose.

Around the lights, artificial, true, but it's nothing. You look into the faces of people, so different, your eyes as if enchanting the universe.

Do you think, is anyone peering into yours?

Whether a scattering of stars sees in them in the night sky.

Green forests are like in an untouched corner of the world.

Blue endless oceans, in which whales travel in the same loneliness.

With such a big, big heart.

The meaning is hidden in people, though not in all. Lost, somewhere among the rest your world walks.

It’s not so difficult to make a mistake, but so far it is not worried. The scarf no longer warms, coffee cools from your ice hands in just a couple of moments.

You are like an abandoned kitten, rushing about

Looking for comfort and warm arms.

Sincerity slowly dies in the hearts of people. Enough and cold in the same way as this nasty cooled cappuccino from a cheap coffee shop. You feel that sadness will come out with tears from your eyes, like water from a crowded glass.

And you wait, and dream.

Look at the nights of wonderful dreams, live for the sake of these moments, you can still inhale this street air, while you are still capable of something crazy and unimaginable.

Inhale this incredible life in full chest. Change your own in any of the points, spontaneously, turn this world so far you have such an opportunity.

Inspired, write, draw, save the lost souls of people, bring magic, and then you can become part of someone's dreams.

This is happiness.

Clean and present.