I regret staying up

by ale

When, for multiple unconscious reasons one stays up, not realising the night has transcended into morning. As much as night owls testify the beauty of silver midnight blues or the liberal silence that entraps the greatest minds in a phantasmal dimension, no one can withstand the chimerical voices that yearn to be heard in the eerie quietude. But; minds succumb to berserk dreams that god knows arise from intrinsic pining or extrinsic phantasm, and lies – lay beaten pulp of a spirit gasping for just enough breath to carry their minds into an ephemeral sleep.