it's here again, in the room with me...

it's quiet. my kitten is asleep. there's nothing happening outside.

I like the serenity of this hour.

being awake to feel it. I know I'll be tired tomorrow for work. But this moment matters more. Even if it's something I can't directly put my finger on. Even though it's ephemeral.

I like it, and I've felt it's fleeting vapor-like essence come and go my whole life.

it's part of the city, it's part of me. I enjoy sometimes feeling lonely from it. As though the only thing that really matters is the head-hung feeling of seclusion behind it's wings.

like being back in a womb, surrounded by life lines, organs and other workings of a living entity.

I think I'll go to sleep now.