there's something about the night sky.

it's 2AM but I can't sleep, I stare through

light pollution and smog to see

only the brightest of constellations, and

i think "someday

i will uncover their secrets."

and i know it's unrealistic, but something

inside me, something that sounds

a little bit like God

tells me that i'll actually do it.

it's 2AM.

i am awake.

i am alive.

i am inspired.