Lights Out

a little bit about Lights out.

I find my peace at night. I like mornings—the light is dull and the slate is clean. But at night, everything is just kind of... shut down. And for some reason that comforts me. It's like the energy of the world has lulled and my little bit of energy, my singular aura has more room. For once in the day, I feel free. Like it's just me and the universe.

There is this 10-minute window between awakeness and sleep, and it's a complicated place. And whether I enjoy it or not, my mind goes wild there. Things are beautiful but tragically existential. And that's when I write.