It is 1.17 a.m.
Night sky through the window has a tinge of orange-purple hue.
The autumn sun sets at around 5.30 p.m.,
Throwing the skies into darkness that reminds one of 9 p.m.,
And completely destorying the desires to work.

I am sleepless.
I am feeling kinda blue again.
I am in no mood to write about Saturday now.
And I am unable to stop thinking about The Girl.