Middle of the Night by Jimie Torres

sitting here, middle of the night. nothing to do but look at the stars. the moon is shining while she smiles at me, i wonder if that's how life should be. befriend myself with empty spaces, i wish they had faces. my tears are like crimson, my joys are like stars. they surround infinitely through every tear that i pass. no smile can be so wondrous to make it stop, but life ain't nothing more than tears and cracks