Before Dawn

Before Dawn Woke up the bedroom darker than the night outside which had the benefit of streetlights and light from windows of the sleepless. when I closed my eyes, I saw a myriad of stars a galaxy of colours which circled around for no apparent but since everything has a reason, even insanity, I took it the colurs had a goal, a lofty purpose, if only to keeping me entertained a four in the morning. and spare me the thought of death – a thought that stalks- all old people everywhere. it is also a banal, like a cigarette addiction, for in their heart there is a tiny spark that tells them they are the exception the people that will live forever and thus blessed with man´s ancient illusion we can sleep a little bit longer.