STILLNESS

Way past midnight.
Home alone.
Some distant cars coming back from parties act as background noise.
Far away in my bedroom, the National Anthem is playing.
No moon tonight after last week's eclipse.
No stars in this forgotten city.
Lamplights shine, airplanes shine in the distance, occassionally.
Can't sleep.
Too much silence.
Nothing to do.
Absolutely no worries, no expectations, no illusions.
Nothing.
Nothing will come out of nothing.
Until when?