When night closes her eyes, day is
imagined; when dawn blossoms, the moon is
gently blown out.
sometimes the world simply needs to
shut the fuck up and let the
comets have their day.
Sometimes a firefly illumines all the known
galaxies; why limit your choices? all of
this lives inside us; why go about
business-as-usual when the butterflies are
calling your name?
As long as one is breathing, one’s
choices are illimitable; and when
breath stops, the possibilities are
multiplied by the number of
stars upon the night’s mantle.
And this, my friend, is why I
drink—because the Night drinks with
me—and oh, the places we go!