those calm quiet summer nights where the crickets chirp, the wind blows through your open window, and filtered orange street lights illuminate my room into a sepia filtered lighting illuminating my quiet suburban world. i am in love with the night, she is my woman and she will set me free, quoting Marina Diamondis. honestly there are some positives about insomnia, and here they are: sketching in a sketchpad, listening to the night, and anxiously waiting for something critical to happen. its no plight, its artistic inspiration and the source of my muse, no matter how dark or light the world is. i will take note and keep searching for the silence, keep following my sirens, and be completely comfortable in this setting.