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You know what…

sometimes I sit there wondering,

am I a day person… or a night person?

And then I laugh because

man, I don’t even know what I am.

I mean… I’m happy, okay?

I could be Superman…

or Batman…

definitely not a vampire,

mosquitoes hate me and I hate them back.

Night sounds cool and all

but I haven’t even bought a mask yet

how am I supposed to save citizens like this?

And those evil clowns of society?

Bro… I can’t fight them.

I try to be compassionate, you know?

I can’t hate people who love me

and for some stupid reason

I love even the ones who hate me.

What a joke, right?

But listen

night is beautiful.

Stars… calm…

that moment when she stargazes

and ends up looking at me instead

I heard someone sing something like that

and it hit me deep,

like… yeah… that’s the kind of night I want.

On a cozy bed,

counting stars like I own the sky.

But the day?

Ah, the day is different.

Seeing the sun smile every morning—

that does something to me.

Makes me feel like,

alright, let’s go again.

And if it rains and the sun hides,

I’ll cherish the memory of it.

I mean… why not?

A good memory is enough

to put a smile on my face.

Bad ones though—

nah.

They suffocate me.

Feels like someone locked me in a room

with no windows.

Yeah, I’m claustrophobic.

I need space.

Nature.

Loving people around me.

Cloud 9 type vibe.

And honestly,

I don’t want to force myself

to be a night owl or a sunshine hero.

I just want my natural rhythm,

my own sleep, my own peace.

Maybe I’m not day.

Maybe I’m not night.

Maybe I’m the in-between

the morning that says “thank you for life”

and the evening that whispers

“you survived today, good job.”

I’m just me.

Chiseling myself

with every experience,

becoming stronger

day and night…

or whatever I decide to be.