what is it about late night that makes me think? is it the silence or the darkness that tunes out all of the life and lets the real world settle and come into focus?

my plans never work out. long-term, that is. and I’m always disappointed in the end. and I sometimes get nervous that I will die disappointed. and what a terrible state that would be to end in.

I am tired, but I don’t want to sleep. I just want to think, to plan, to find my bearings and set my path once again. but once again, the clouds are protecting the stars and perhaps me, from the dangers of knowing where I am and where I’m going.