I'm sleepless, like the three last nights before. And I'm dreamy, melancholic, I wrote a lot of sites, just filled with my thoughts. The time isn't running. And I feel so many things at one time. But in the end, I'm not able to think any clear thought. So I'm waiting for the sun to come out. I'm waiting till it seems like the night never existed. That's what I have to do. Waiting...