She loves the night so much, she spends more of its time awake
it is much like her whole life- the night,
how dark it is at most times,
while some seems like the day didn’t even fade out.
She believed hope are the little stars sparkling at night,
all different but all pretty on their own.
Some nights they look like they burn,
some nights you wonder where they were.
A few would fall every now and then,
and she could only wish she could catch them and keep them,
but sometimes they just fall for some universally accepted reasons.
But every night is always a new start, even for the stars, she said.
Some nights a few, some nights a whole new,
constellations you have yet to take view.
She liked the darkness that the night creates,
cos it is when her stars could illuminate.