It came to a point where night feels like day to me. The only difference is that a constant light rises and falls; bright vibrant rays over shining and a grey, luminescent figure that draws peace in the atmosphere. My mind is drawn to both their feel where everything is separated between a fine line on what needs to be thought about. But as I became the spoke on the wheel of time, it dawned on me like a bolt of lighting struck my mind with realization. Then again night seems as the favor on where I pour my head upside down and things tend to make sense—over looking and forgetting how bright days felt more overwhelming. Starring out a clear window as I gaze upon grain sized lights spread across a thin sheet of black. Watching it all disappear once the yellow rays color the white cotton clouds as if the sky was lit on fire. My mind will always be lost in the nick of time where it travels in between space and loses thought of where I am. I’m fine with that.