Sometimes at night,
my mind explodes.
it’s hard to tell if it explodes of relief or destruction.
other times at night,
it likes to rest. It likes to carefully dispose and drift.
although I will never get to understand how nights unravel and happen,
I will have the good and bad nights
I will have them.
and when I have them,
I will hope for better nights.
nights where the stars are clear and bright.  
nights where no clouds are blocking the stars.
but then again, I cannot control that.
and this is where the bad nights come.
and I will wish for a better night after that.