call_of_night MaRcy its like suddenly the call of the last insomniac riddled bird throws its strong voice out into the night’s blanket and the howls of the wind are barely audible under this first class performance of the little bird striving to be. these two little factors that take tonight's centre stage have shown that they are both beautiful and that when they play together they make a perfect symphony synchronised in their duality and tuned into our souls as they cancel each other out. as the bird’s voice is overcome by the sleep that the night brings with it, the wind and its howls are softened into an exhibit of stars that become the audience of nature’s performance and the rapturous applause is audible only in dreams. 050318 what's it to you? who go blather from