The unknown night sky, the unknown and the night, 1 am the unknown who takes shelter in the night, I yearn for the night, this overflow of unfamiliarity has slowly yet with maddening intoxication taken over my sobriety This bleeding, pathetic and repulsive idea of being a nobody strikes me with agonising horror. And yet a nobody like me wants to be somebody to the night, Perhaps a shadow that it clouds in it's embrace or a star that it allows to shine by shrouding itself in the dark, what am 1 really seeking for? An entity that uplifts me or an entity that hides me? What is it that I feel this repugnant restlessness for? What is this void? What is this unknown lifeless purpose within me? A demure embrace by the moon perhaps would dissipate this vortex of the unknown.