déjà vu: sleepless nights?

Sleepless.
The room is dark.
The window is open.
The night is pitch-black.
I hear nothing.
As if the first snow would have covered the ground.
You know.
The snow that absorbs all the noise.
Making the nights silent.
Déjà vu.
Suddenly thinking about Kiruna.
Does not happen often.
But it is in the middle of the night.
Same time as the nightly activities in Kiruna.
Kiruna.
The place where it all started.
Started to fall apart.
Changes.
Learnt so much.
Yet so little.
Want to go out.
Walking.
Running.
Screaming in the night.
Knowing that it would still be silent.
As it was back then.
Life goes on.