The silent night is slowly turning to the dawn of another day. It's a beautiful night, and it looks like it's gonna be a beautiful morning as well. I'm still awake for no reason at all other than to live. I'm never as alive as during these quiet morning hours. It's not as quiet as usual because my ears are filled with magic I wish were mine.

The birds are slowly starting to sing and as a cat silently crosses the street outside, the few clouds are catching the first sunbeams, colouring them red on the underside. Nothing is as beautiful as the first morning hours.

For the first time in almost a year, I see the night change to day. But I've got nothing more to say now, nothing more to think about, so I guess it's time to go to bed. So long!