My caged loneliness that have been tamed to wear the facade of social being grows more wild and wild until it becomes the 'π·π²πΉπΌπππ'! -jealousy of what?? - π·π² a πΉπΌπππ πΌπ³ ππ΅π² "π‘ππππ§ "!! The nights like me are the loneliest beings and yet, oh and yet their ataraxy weave them stupendously. I am jealous how the nights like me are the loneliest beings but they have got their stars, the stars that wrap the naked sky, the stars that make those lonely nights an embodiment of Aphrodite and what are these nights without their stars?? I am jealous that the nights would dance in the tune of darkness if it were not for the stars and yet would wear the callow vanity and would ridicule my loneliness. I am jealous how lonely the nights are, and yet the stars would love them and worship them with an unexplained zeal. As if I am unaware of their jejune plays ,their hide and seek? How the stars would harbour behind the clouds and the nights would