There's this thing about nights that I can't really get my head around it. How I love them and how I hate them.
How I love the quietness but hate the noise that it brings to my head. How it makes me feel super excited and inspired, and at the same time desperate to keep doing more and better. How it feels so warm when you're in someone's arms and how it feels so lonely when you're alone. How you rest but at the same time feel much more tired. How small things turn in big things. I can't explain it.
Only night people will get this.
And honestly, the best expression to describe what nights mean to me is ,'quiet like a hurricane'.