I sometimes feel sadness towards people who claim to party through the night…
They believe that mindlessly hopping from one place to another until the sun comes up makes their life more intense.
Is the intensity of a lifetime correlated with the number of hours spent refraining from physiological sleep ?
Lying down, when the sun has set,
My nightlife begins as sleep arises
The unseen appears coating the sweetest secret
Shared by each being, yet ignored by most.