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I just realize, the night is not quite at all.

I always thought that I make too much noise to distract myself.

I thought that I do not let myself to listen to the quietness of the night.

The truth is, there is not a single quite night.

The world is too loud; your head is too chatty.

I am sitting right here in the balcony of my apartment. In front of me are two other towers of apartment with a-half moon in between them.

The moon looks greasy, yellowish, kind of the one that bring sad memories around.

I, however, cannot help myself from starring.

The moon is still stunning any way it decided to appear every time. It gets everyone every time. No question about it.

At this moment, there is no more of sadness, and with that, also gone all the feelings and desires.