Higher It is as night as it can be. Though with the lights out and the cars passing by, it's not so dark, it's not silent but maybe it's less dangerous. I'm sitting here existing on the best terms I can. I'm sitting here on the balcony, it's 3:42 am. There's a star in the sky which is brighter than others. Someone is riding a bike, well why not? A man with a bag in his hand is walking into the pine groves. My guess is that he's carrying a few pints of beer in it but it might be a bomb, it might be someone's head. That wouldn't be nice. I refuse to believe anything evil. I'm sitting here, there's the water wawing on the lake, the air that I breathe, the earth that these giant pines grew on and the fire in the lighter I've just flicked. ... I better go in, I'm a bit cold and it's morning now. Peace, Love, Empathy