The blueness above me had never seemed so lucid. Not in past days; when crooked and nostalgic thoughts, crafted storms in the mirror of my soul. It’s been seven nights since I soothed my sorrows—while intoxicating my daydream in a cup of midnight wonders. What exquisite medicine, do the starts possess? I couldn’t tell. But its warm perfume of promises, has awakened all the senses, in me.