TWOAMTHOUGHTS

 Deafening silence, pitch-black sky, the moon is full again, rain is slowly starting to drop. the slow breeze caresses my face, what is everybody doing on this perfectly perfect night? Sometimes, I'd like to imagine what every single person could be doing at this precise moment. I am writing this piece, what about the others? some might be slowly drifting to sleep in front of the T.V, some might be eating their dinner, some might be working late at a factory. Some might be kissing a loved one goodbye at the airport, others might be kissing their loved one for the first time ever. Some might be having one hell of a fight over a stupid thing they probably will forget about in a couple of weeks, others might be making love. Some might be trying to conceive, others may be welcoming their firstborn at this very moment. But also, some might be breathing their last breath, some might be struggling to stay warm, some might be having their worst night ever, some might not be even aware of i...