Neither a poem, nor a prose...

Last night, my heart was burning so much, that I could not sleep and I wanted to cry out really loud.
I got up from my bed, sat by the window pane and looked up to the sky, in search of a star.
The sky was black; there was not a single star.
I looked at the dark sky, immersed deep in my thoughts.
I could not control myself, tears came rolling down.
All of a sudden I saw a light, shining bright in the sky at midnight.
Yes it was the beautiful moon, the only companion I had last night.
One thing that kept on lingering in my mind was, few minutes of happiness was sucked out by hours of loneliness.
Whenever I get this feeling, I try to make myself understand, that this is not a permanent feeling, but after a few days, it’s the same old situation again.
No matter what, I will never give up; I will pray to God, to give me the strength and help me change myself and make me a better, lovable person.
I came back to bed; lay on my side, looked out of the window and admired the beauty of the moon.
I wished my friend good night; I gently closed my eyes and my mind flew off to the world of dreams of my love..