I love staying up late.
A quiet time to create secrets.
Looking out into the dark of night,
a street lamp lights my room.
It lets me think and prepare for the next day.

Would I notice it was night if I didn’t have a window?
It’s funny honestly,
just like how quitting an addiction is more celebrated than never falling into one,
we naturally see the dark in the light or the light in the dark.
A white cloud blows, outlining the darkness.
I wish people would see the light in the darkness,
instead of the darkness in the light.

But I guess it can be hard to control if the lights in your room are on or off when you wake up.
You just look for something other than what’s all around you;
something different.

Or it becomes a loophole.
trying to find what’s around you inside what’s different.
you find dark in light in dark in light in dark;
or you find light in dark in light in dark in light.

To break the loophole, you must see the grey.
It will keep you from going insane.