Nyctophile

Her wonder at the moon comes back every night. When she is staring at the sky with her eyes wide open, gazing and sinking into stormy contemplation, musing on human life. The moon reminds her of the faded memories. Days when she used to feel alive, cheerful, gleeful and now all her youthful exuberance has departed her soul already. Life is hard. Harder than it seems. She could feel the pain in her heart which she is bearing for eternity. She is in agony. There is no way out. No way to wash away her misery. Everyday she craves for a fresh new beginning. But when she looks at the blue and the shining stars, an alluring smile starts caressing her soft lips. Music plays inside her head, the rhythm of the boulevards does hypnotize. All the negativities now disappears. It's the night sky that makes her feel better. It's only because of the stars and the moon, she could carry on in the game of life. After all she is a NYCTOPHILE.