The Great Conqueror. The Great Nothing.

In the day I am trying not to fall asleep at my computer and hoping I charged my battery enough.

In the night I have ideas. Ideas that will inspire others to be better than I am because even in the night I know I am nothing.

In the night I have dreams, dreams that mean something important, dreams that matter. In the day I thank god I didn’t spew those shitty dreams to other people in the night.

It is far too easy to be seduced by the night. To have that protection of darkness. To be fooled. To think that what I have to say matters to anyone. To feel like I can conquer my shortcomings. Ah, the silky, satiny, promise of the night.

The night is a liar.