I happen upon this realization tonight, this one among many others:

I keep many lovely "Night Buds..."
in a collective nocturnal realm.

That is to say, good sirs and madams who care to lend their individual respective gentle ears for the sparing;

There are many women with whom I only seem to engage with in conversation or for companionship as night time falls over my conscious self.

I happened upon this truth earlier tonight in deep reflection, my friends and fellows.

And I wonder to myself, to what significance do these few coincidental female fates have on my person?

Am I more friendly at night, when the sun is gone and the moon is up? Is this the fate I have fallen to? Is this the life I've made?

Am I more alive than dead when my motionless body just crawls into bed and I lye there for hours or days at a time and feel happier alone in that bed than when I'm out around the house with my family; this because I've forgotten how to love, and their beautiful friendship makes me terribly saddened by the wish to reciprocate such friendship, but all for not...as I cannot love anymore.

I'm saddened by love, I've only the Night Buds to turn to and share my woes with collectively.

I wish I could be strong like some, and have no need to turn to Night Buds for consoling, for deflating my troubles, and for wishing good fortune.

I perhaps someday shall not have such need, but for now, I'll work on improving and keep my Night Buds all the same.

You see I really am quite found of my Night Buds: they make me feel like life is not all that bad, and that choosing to feel happy is the only way to really in fact be happy, regardless of living situation (though I still struggle to swallow that pill of logic).

Until my heart dance slows and I express this sentiment of self-realization aloud, I shan't sleep a peep.

Post- heart normalization and expression, I will perhaps have slipped off into a final slumber...thereafter having only this to say:

Night Bud!