dearest night, i give thee all the poetic justice that i can in return.

Inky clouds scattered across the navy skies where the stars shine and the air is fresh and full. Christ, but the moon is bright tonight. Bright and full, shining right through my window, its eerie glow casting light onto the edges of the clouds around it, making a halo for itself. Haunting and chilling and beautiful. I understand why wolves howl at it.

It's times like these that I almost ask how things like this couldn't have a creator behind it. And then I remember that there is beauty in science.

But I am too moved to be torn.

And for once, I am too weary, at this hour, to hold my eyelids open for much longer.