3AM light at the window

Once again night greeted me with wast minds flowing through my head and took away my sleep. I feel like the moon. Night always keeps me for herself, like I belong to her. And I, as always, just sit there on the windowsill, gaze outside with tired watery eyes, filled with yawns screaming for rest. I sit there like the moon, always just being there with night, keeping her company. And I feel like the moon in my own life. I always need someone  to be the earth, so i could spin around and have my place. I will never be the earth, I will always be the moon, floating in nowhere until I find my earth. 

Why midnight adventures? Probably because of darkness. Oh how I love when soothing darkness feels like calming hands on your shoulders... Or how you catch yourself sitting on the windowsill, gazing at the dark outside, you can’t even move, or you just sip your coffee/tea/wine, whatever comforts you the most, and enjoy that little feeling that came into your chest. Maybe its sadness, melancholy or nostalgia, but it’s always so cosy, like a worn out sweater that you love the most. And sometimes it just drags you into a wild adventure. Have you ever felt, how your mind is so awake and super wild at night? It’s amazing, when you look somewhere and your mind draws ornaments all over it. Or a mythical beast crawls out of the corner to meet you with your imagination... That’s why midnight adventures.

So, basically, one thought came over my head while I was enjoying hot tea late at night. Our lives are like a cup of tea. When life gives us something good, it’s like putting sugar in your tea. If you won’t do anything with it, if you will just leave it there, it will become useless. You have to take a spoon and stir the sugar in your tea, so the drink will become sweet and soothing, just like our lives.