I came across something I had written down for my Dad a while back. It was in response to him asking me why I was always up late into the night..
Why do I love the night?
Because that's when light actually makes a difference
Because the silence makes me appreciate sound
Because the calm surrounds me and my mind
Because thoughts come closer to me
Because when everyone sleeps, I feel alive
Because friends of far, come close
Because I finally Be, to really See, whats in me..
Needless to say, he told me to stop trying to be poetic, and go to sleep..
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