It’s nights like this that make me question my being— who I am and what I am in my perspective and through other’s. It’s a time of recollection for myself to understand the state that I’m in whether I’m happy or not. It’s as if the night is the only time I’m given to think and notify myself about what has happened, what is happening, and what will happen. It’s the time when I can finally be substantially deserted from any disturbances around me and I’m able to form and articulate thoughts.