I climb up the terrace and look at the city. Our city once, just mine now. The lights make the night less dark sadly not my life. I look at the city that seems so quiet in the dept of the night hiding so much pain. So much love. Love creating storms within us, walking grenades, not exploding. We've mastered the art of self destruction, somehow our grenades destroy just us, without a noise. Walking wreckage plastered with the most beautiful smiles. Our generation. The one with the best technologies. Where can we exchange our hearts please? Tonight I'll allow myself to be weak, to shed some tears. The night is kind. Silent. Non judgemental. I don't know how many nights I've spend shedding tears, but I'm greatful the moon could keep a secret. The sun needs smiles. The sun opens people's eyes only to question the pain in some one else's. Not bothered. Just curious. Just an amuse. Just a story to quench their bored minds. When night comes those same eyes turn away without looking twice, to have their peace. To let down their disguise. To be the wreck that they've become. Cause when daylight comes, it's time to be human again.