Listen to this. It's written by one of my students.
During the Night
The clock indicates midnight
I left my bed at last
I turn on the light
And break the peace to find you, the lastest.
Then I light my cigarette
Smoke fills in my heart
and it makes everything unclear, like fog, like a dream.
I'm opening my eyes, but I can't wake up
from the nightmare.
I just breathe in the reality
and breathe it out immeditely.
When the sun makes shadows again
eventually, I go back to my bed
only to cover myself.
- John.
