blazeanewtrail

I think I've worked out why things are always so different at night, why we are given
the feeling that everything is so fleeting. It's almost like you have some kind of time
limit; a ticking clock at the back of your head reminding you that although the night is still young, it's also going to die soon. Maybe with that thought you subconsciously carry yourself throughout the night as if you'll never live for another night again.
It's beautiful. At night things feel so different to me, as every minute passes I think about how my time is running out and everything needs to be done right at that very moment.