The moon’s on duty and wondering yet again why I’m visiting. Sleep should’ve happened long ago. The familiar tug of heavy eyelids and frustration. It wasn’t the lack of trying that concluded in no success. Trying was the consistent part, sleep wasn’t keeping its appointment. And here we are revisiting late night expressions via posts, when a dream would’ve been more fitting. Cheers to the familiar friends of 1:11, 2:22, and thoughts on their additional lap. There’s peace just no rest. Dear Angels, reveal what’s next.