In the tranquil and serene evening,
I tend to keep myself awake.
And as my eyes gets slightly heavy,
Enjoying the drowsing sensation,
I took a sip at my bittersweet coffee.
Hearing the cries of nocturnal insects,
Along with music either jumpy, melancholic or both,
The voice inside my head which is me asks,
'What makes the evening lovable?'
'The silence of the world, where in everything but me is still is what makes it so.' I said.
'Hmm, so basically you're lonely,'
The voice inside my head which is me retorted.
With a bit of denial and annoyance from the non-romantic retort,
Once again, I took a sip.
'Evening is the time where nobody expect anything, thus I can simply be myself.'
*So,,,, basically you're lonely.'
The voice inside my head which is me once again retorted.
'The unchanging melody that the evening insects sings is enjoyable.' I said
'Meaning, you're lonely and have no one to comfort you. Oh by the way, did you know that most if not all insects making sounds at night is for procrea-'
'The silver moon, majestically reflecting the sun's light along with the glowing stars is a view seen only a night.'
Not for the sake of my not fragile heart l not on verge of tears, I interjected.
'Today is new moon and is cloudy outside'
Finally at my limit, to the voice inside my head which is me I asked,
'Why do you keep pestering me about this anyway?'
'Because I'm lonely.'