At night I seem to have my most productive hours
The action of day slows down
And give room for unnecessary things

Day is the time of making for continuation
In to the future

Night gives room for space
And space has time for the dripping of water
For thought-streams and useless ideas
And for the play of looking in to all this

Never really getting there
Then, fall asleep
Wake up
And long for another night

With hope
For answers