The Observations Of A Late Night Sky

Has it ever occurred to you, like it has me, how much the night sky does observe? How many dark secrets, passionate moments, mundane tasks are revealed in its presence? It's a strange concept that would obviously require a large amount of personification as, in itself, it is a vast span of intricate weaving and wonder, flipping in shade and cover depending where in the world one finds themselves.

Nonetheless it's a concept I like to envisage- people thrown up against brick walls, resting their slightly exposed arse cheeks on a bin as a total stranger shares his intoxicated saliva with the inside of their mouth, stale with cigarette ash or driving home late as a surprise to their fiancé, whom is pouring herself a cup of tea to watch the late night news shows because she is bitterly lonely or just staring and watching the night fade away into a blissful haven of dawn where the small towns and cities finally rest.

This doesn't happen frequently in big cities that are infamously known for never sleeping, but peace is something that can be observed and should be witnessed by all of mankind at one point or another just to enable their realisation of the beauty the world possesses without the further interference of human nature. Of course it is already littered with a trail of its presence, giant stately houses and skyscrapers filled with office workers and corporations that not many other species could even dream of fathoming so deeply, not that they mind, I often feel that people would be happier if they were a panda- yes, they are becoming extinct, but all they do is eat and sleep. Forget all the beautiful detailing of human nature and the evolution we have undergone and look at the overwhelming majority of emotion - we are such sad and lonely creatures because at the end of the day all anyone, anywhere, actually has is the confirmation of death.

No certain afterlife.
No certain life.
Just death.
Death alone.