It’s 1:38am in the morning, and once again, I I find my thoughts lingering. There’s something about the wee hours of the morning that unbirths those salient desires just steadily in wait beneath the surface.
I love the nighttime so much. People might call me an owl, or a vampire, or a witch…call me whatever you choses!
But I will never deny that, deep at night, my creative juices flow and come to life.