Lights and After Dark Activity of a Nocturnal Person

Mood Setter: Drive by Incubus [audio http://marvin.ibeu.org.br/ibeudigital/images/1/13/Incubus_dudu.mp3]

If there is something that I find extremely funny, it is the fact that whenever I am at work, I feel so extremely sleepy but once I reach home, my eyes are so alert and wide open; ready for action. That’s always the case, every single day. Even if I manage to sleep early, I would still be so dang sleepy at work the next day. And yes, that’s one of the reason why I had to take work home during the crunch time, I’m glad those days are behind me.

One evening that I was feeling extremely awake and somehow high on coffee, one of my roommate asked if we could go visit the ghost town, that’s right, ghost town at 8 in the evening; it’s going to be fun! He needs it for his photography class so I said what the heck and just went with it. He wanted to take photos of a well-lighted building first and since there’s this hotel nearby, we decided to take that first, from different angles that is. By that I mean from all over the mini island, aren’t we just out of our heads? Yes, yes we are. I took some photos with my phone and tweaked it a bit:

 

As I lay in a bench nearby I noticed the moon and can’t help but take these:

 

Isn’t it lovely? It’s nice to go out every once in a while, take a deep breath, smell the sea maybe fall asleep for a bit under the moonlight. No? Okay. Sadly though, we weren’t able to go to the ghost town because my roommate finished taking the lights photos at almost 11 pm and honestly, that is very late and I’m not confident that I won’t be scared during that time anymore. I mean 8pm is okay but near midnight, no thank you. They were not up to it too anyways so we just went home and I go about doing my thing and drinking one of my favorite beverages on Earth:

 

I slept at about 3 am, woke up by 7:30 am, and writing this on my desk while trying to fight with my dropping eyes. I know I’ll be extremely awake once I reach home, this is a vicious cycle, my vicious cycle; a routine after dark activity of a nocturnal person.

Moonlight

She wandered fearlessly through the night,

uncaring of the steepness of the path.

Gazing occasionally to the moon above,

clearly captivated by the sight.

Indeed, such a wondrous sight to behold,

the light coming from the moon.

Never its own, mere reflection from stars

yet it glows marvelously and more.

Yes, the moonlight, dreamy moonlight,

simple thoughts making her smile.

The night shrouded in moonlight,

along with a million stars.

Under this same moonlight,

in a path not so steep,

she was given a solemn promise,

and the moonlight was their witness.

“Don’t grieve on my absence,

I’ll return and be always with you.

Wait for me under the moonlight,

as it glows marvelously and more.”

It is at last that night for his promise to be kept,

that he’ll return and be always with her.

Thus fearlessly she wanders through the night,

on to that not so steep path guided by the moonlight.