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For all she knows, the night is no longer a friend. The night that used to be her companion and best friend has now turned to be her enemy. When back at home she used to cuddle with the night, make love to her depth to find the most insipiring thoughts but now it has turned its back.So much noise at night, too many people, it’s gone crowded.Her day has turned into night and her night has turned into day for everyone. It’s no longer exclusive, it’s no longer hers.
What is it with mornings anyway? It’s just a new beginning, a new chapter when the sky turns grey and soon blue. When you can hear the birds chirping from afar and a different feel of breeze. But night time, oh man — it’s just one shade of color. It’s dark but somehow you can see clearer than day time. It’s an end of a chapter, a closing, a finito. You can see the stars and sometimes, the moon. No birds chirping but you can hear the crickets and sometimes you just dun hear anything. It’s just silence. But in silence you can hear more. And there’s hope.
When she wonders upon the night and mulls over her future and her distant dreams, she kisses the night and tells her to gather the muses and wrap her up. Only then she can come alive and unravel the unfathomable.
Jakarta, 20 December ’05
5:53 AM, just after dawn
—For my lost nights—
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