Out of everything that I do on a regular basis, waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night are the most melancholy. I’m curious as to what I’m going to miss while my eyes are closed. When I wake, the events of the night are like waves of missing memories. I know what you’re thinking. There’s no way I can stay awake forever and always but if I could, I would.
I would sing to the stars, drink wine in the dark, gaze at the moon’s light, what I would give to stay up passed midnight.