Just another night.

Once again, I'm staring at this same blank screen. It’s just one of another sleepless night. I guess I’ll watch the sun rise again. I like the night, or rather the wee mornings. Walking the empty streets no one to bother about no one to care for. Wondering how it would feel if I was the last person left. I just might enjoy it, to just live life like I want it. Not a care or worry in the world. No politics, no culture or religion, no judgmental eyes glaring at your every movement. Just plain old me and my philosophy. Oh well just another delusion of mine. Isn’t it sad that without delusions one can never truly be happy? Sometimes I wished I didn’t have this gift that I pride myself so much on, to perceive the transitory character of everything. Isn’t it such an odd gift to know so much yet still unable to get what you really need? Such a cursed gift which spoiled all my joys; better: all my sensations. Yet I’m proud of it.