Nowadays I rarely stay up, with days filled up to the brim. Only this rare night when I have something to stay up for I take another try at staring at the face of 4 in the morning without rest, or even the ache that restlessness tends to bring. These nights are worth it. Filled with the magic, of being transported for longer periods than a movie can. And I rest my troubles if not my head. And dreams, I'm filled up again with dreams, even if they're not my own. And I know, I am more than I previously perceived. I am a combination of it all.
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