A Night of Deception

I wish a night like this one remains forever mine...a space all for myself to just be with ME...nothing else but my thoughts, my feelings, my desire to just write without analyzing, thinking too much, digesting, savouring, self absorbing, all the usual nonsense,  just my fingers, my mind, my emotions, my instincts...sleep is but a luxury, but then my logic starts to kick in already...without music...sleep becomes a necessity...gosh, silence, emptiness, the coldness of the air conditioning...my fingers feel a little frozen, my mind as well...it is reality after all