strange things happen at night.
though scientifically, i should really say-

at 12 am on the Eastern International Timeframe,
good morning!

urghss.
what a way to absolutely annihilate
the delicate philosophy of the
romantic black night.
black knight.
black night. hahahas-
what an enigma ^^

wish i could find a sweet green hill
with a gentle valley sloping round
scents of dandelions and fresh dew
and white fluffy clouds floating about.

and that ll be my heaven for now.