It's 2am, the time of misfits, outcasts, bad spellers and dreamers. For some reason my gypsy soul has decided, that between the moon and the wind, I should be awake and considering every decision I have made up to this moment in time. I have long accepted this is the price we pay for a damaged soul, but still it is a lonely time. Usually I would try and distract myself, but tonight is different. Tonight I am going to listen.