I wonder what makes them sit on the window swill and adore the pale uneven moon, the whole night. They aren't insomniacs yet, however, they manage to carry on with this ever so strange activity every night.

I am a person who would rather love that sound sleep of the night after such tiring days of mine. Nights are meant to be utilized for sleep,aren't they? I don't get the point behind wasting the entire night staring at a pale white orb which does not even shine on its own. And the stars... Well, they are so many that I would get confused on which one to admire.

I would rather love to wake up early and capture the beauty of the rising sun. For me, the morning rays of the yellow fireball symbolise hope and a new beggining. The shimmering threads coming down to Earth when fall on my face, my face shines even more than the moon.

Honestly, I can never like those people who miss out on such pleasant mornings, for the reason that they spent their nightly errand gazing at the moon.