A unknown surrounding, the surge of the night pulsating through the system of every single being.
Making them open for undiscovered possibilities, letting them crave to turn half-dreamed illusions into reality.
And there were we, in-between it all, praised, loved and celebrated. But every party has to come to an end even this one. So we leave and enter the hotel.
I've been here today, but still this is a unknown preserve and my steps feel like conquering a totally new realm.
As soon as the calls of "Good Night!" cease and the night enters my room, enters the corners of my eyes, slowly penetrate my irises to make me a part of the velvety twilight, I shiver in silver loneliness.

The word itself freezes my heart to a painful lump of blackness.

This room is lonely.
My luggage is not much of a companion, it never answers my low calls for conversation or chase away this feeling.
Where is a living being when you most need it?
Not here, if I may say so.

Today is one of my worst days. I cannot even turn on the lights, paralyzed as I am.
How ridiculous being the lead-guitarist and a member of a band traveling all over the land, showing an image of sexy sparkling over-confidence on stage, who is unable to turn on some fucking normal lights.
How they would laugh if only they knew...
The tall and fearless man turned into a scared child.
If only I could open the door, get out on the corridor...people would be there. Living beings, made out of flesh and blood and their own fears.