In the night, the music of my mind and body becomes markedly unusual. I quietly listen to the changing sounds of the night and enjoy how it’s inexplicable tunes seep through me undeterred. I allow myself to drift from one thought to another without capturing anything in writing. I conjure the energy fields of those I have genuinely loved and willingly or hesitantly fall inside it–I understand my clear yet childlike spirit. The night becomes more spirited; and, then I feel primed to review its strongest features. I close my eyes and stare at my slender arms. The music of my body impatiently becomes clearer till I see my arms glowing and radiating like a dark black firefly. I feel speculation at this level of insight and thus begin feeling more inquisitive. Hence, I rest with an open mind that’s willing to tread anywhere. The night tardily wraps me in its doting arms; thus, I realize every night why my friends describe me as grander than the rest.

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