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!