Just as the day is a mess.
Why do beautiful things happen at night, just when we are about to sleep?
Why is most of the day wasted on mindless droning?
Why does the night sky look so beautiful dotted with lights that shine in the dark?
Why does peace reign in the night, when it is said the light is where we find peace?
Why does our heart race only for a moment?
Why does hope come close only in the coolness of the night?
I'd like to know why.
Because "it is so" doesn't cut it for me.
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