The stars shine above a sea of clouds. I cannot see them, but I take comfort in their presence, nonetheless. Late nights are rare in this chapter of my life, I strive for early morning darkness instead of late evening. But I cherish their silence. Late nights are a time for reflection, for strong brown drink, for planning. Different from a crisp morning full of potential, nights are full of unkempt dreams and gut wrenching longing. They speak to what could have been, and tickle the mind as to what can still be.


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