Nighttime and the air swirls around my face in thin tendrils of aloof incognisance to the sound of raindrop percussion's that assume different timbers of bass and depth depending on the surface they decide to splatter on.
Nighttime and the ceiling beckons my gaze, for there's fatigue caressing my body from lack of sleep and somnolence in its slovenly fashion stays a sight too far and so I resort to playing catch up between twenty two men with a ball and the fifth overhead wall.
Nighttime and irretrievable moments publish their presence within my head on billboards the size of subconscious and thus add a third dimension to tonight.
The sheer capaciousness of this multi level visualisation overwhelms me.
Nighttime and the heart is amiss.
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