It’s always those midnight reflections that leave me thinking about so many possibilities and etc. Something about the calm stillness in the atmosphere keeps me calm and tuned in to all
those lingering thoughts. I never question how night brings about all these open minded ideas and takes them into consideration. Sure enough I won’t be induced to intense thinking, instead considering the fact of actually using my bed to sleep and not a therapy for my mind. Well, maybe not all the time.

As bright blue skies are eventually filled with a dark blanket with white dots, it all starts to kick in and gears function these wonders of so-called late night marauder. Soon words will fade and images will become blurry until my eyelids shut to another vision of complete darkness. It’s all just a cycle that repeats itself and I’m just the spoke on the wheel.