As for an exordium, a certain ringing in my ear is the only thing I am hearing at the moment. The night offers a violescent light from the moon and the stars that stretches across my peripheral. The silent blow of the wind whispers a poem about how the night is extraordinary magical with me in it. I am just standing in the middle of the road but I feel I’m standing over the clouds having the best spot in heaven.
Closing my eyes and get ridding anything wandering inside my mind, I know this is the most solemn event happened to me ever.
I even raise my arms, feeling the embrace of the night sky and I pray a silent prayer for all the things I have and for all the things I don’t.
Like the serenity of the night.
I pray to God that if he is feeling generous tonight, he can give the night sky to me. But on the other hand, If I’m enjoying it every night this lifetime, then the night sky is already mine.
Envisioning the Perfect Story 