Storm

I woke up and the storm was gone, leaving no real evidence of broken countless dreams of the sleeping city.
I was awake all night long, and fell asleep only when the morning was about to appear above the arsenal behind my window. The window with no curtains. The World outside the same window (as Tanita Tikeram used to sing) was going mad while I was falling into enjoyment of the World inside of me.
There is a feeling of leaving, and I don't know where it comes from.
But I woke up and the storm was gone..