No matter what, these eyes grow tired from laying awake to bitter darkness that surrounds me. How the wolves would howl once the moon has risen higher into the sky; lurking shadows wonder amongst streets but never shoe underneath orange street lights. I, on the other hand, try to lay down and be comfortable as possible but struggle to do so. It’s not the wonders of my mind, it’s not sleeping all day and being wide awake at night. After a while I tend to forget why I’m conjoined with the calm atmosphere when there are better things to do after midnight.