short days, long nights
i love nights where i refuse to sleep.
i remember at the age of 5, one night i refused to go to bed. the level of frustration exhibited by my parents went beyond anything i could ever see.
and as a naive kindergarten student, i told my teacher that yes, i didn’t listen to my parents last night to go to bed – and SHE punished me.
but even now, years later – i refuse to go to bed, defying no one but myself.
my, isn’t there just so much to take in, so much to think about, so much to say.
so much to do. every day.
and every night,
