Metal blue light that makes things look as cold and wet as water, makes things look mysterious, undiscovered, blue light that makes things look like they were full of secrets, sleeping blossoms in the blue light, sleeping birds in the blue light, shiny street lamps and cars passing by, speeding, because it is night time, and all is asleep, except a few, those few swimming in the beauty of the blue light of the night, staring at the face of the moon, looking for answers in her permanent silent expression, looking up at the stars, counting them and the lives they have lived and will live after this one.
A black cat crosses your road, and you walk in the shadows of trees, invisible like the secrets of the night. You fade, you become water, flowing without even touching the ground, a still undiscovered mythical creature, a speck of dust, a star in the sky, melted in the foreverness of the rocky moon, of the calm breathing of sleep.
Echo's of your own thoughts, echo's of your own existence, of knowing anything at all, just echo's of you, echo's of your own whispers.
You touch the blue light of the night with your finger tips, you brush off the stars, kiss the moon good night. Her beautiful cold lips, her beautiful silent being, the way she is looking at you every night, breathing deeply dreaming about the lives she has already lived and the one's that she will.
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