That day, 4:00 am. That was the time. I waited patiently, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Even though I was completely alone, in a silent, misty park as the world slept soundly; I wasn't afraid. For I found solace in the thought that the moon was watching over me.
Somewhere, a nameless bird was singing. A melancholic tune. After a while I began humming along. The cold night air cleansed my mind. A content sigh. Lay down. I looked up at the dusky, lavender sky and couldn't help but feel minuscule under that dreamy abyss. I didn't mind. Feeling small isn't a bad thing: you're small, but you're there.
And I knew at that moment that my presence mattered.
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But these moments of tranquility did not last long.
Because soon the moon fell asleep and dawn arrived. The stars hid, and eventually the bird fell silent
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