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Dark skies scraping my eyes, I see the moon and the moon sees me. God how I wish that moon could talk to me, he seems like the only one left in the world.
I stare at the stars, the same that dance around that same moon. People are asleep and I own the night tonight. I'm so isolated I can see my own thoughts in the sky. I'm the only one alive tonight.
I see the moon and the moon sees me. Me and the moon are best friends, The sun would never understand the relationship we share. You see, sleep alludes my every attempt to catch it. I am the sufferer of insomnia. The moons precious gift to his best friends. The moon gets lonely and needs a friend. We, his friends, are also known as, insomniacs.
The cooler air presents itself in Florida. It too does not like the sun, and instead waits for it to leave the sky.
I see the moon and the moon sees me, but sometimes I just want to be left alone to my own means.
I want ever so much to sleep and dream...a precious gift I am forced to give away to another.
The night sky is majestic to me. It is magic to my very understanding. Its color can not be duplicated and its presence can not be duplicated.
Even the smell is different at night. It is more pleasant. You see at night, the whole world is different. Normal people go to sleep, and insomniacs come out to play. The love I feel at night, is different from the love I feel in the day.
I can think more at night, in the peaceful solitude. Cars have stopped driving, and lights have stopped lighting. The noise of the people have calmed and now I can think.
I see the moon and the moon sees me.