"People are so vulnerable at night. They're willing to spill out their soul to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky."

it's during nights like these i can't help but stay up
in the dark that swirls around me
breathing, a pulse
perhaps i'm not alone.

it's during nights like these i can't help but wonder
if sometimes
we're thinking the same thoughts
wandering in the same dream
feeling the same feelings

if we're both look at the same sky, the same moon, then are we not
together
next to each other
at least for a glimpse of time, a short moment, at least a fleeting second
...?

but what is this small hope of mine that
flutters and glows and fades.

it's during time like these i can't help but wish imagination were real.