To all of the late nights without sleep. Those that will come and those that have gone by.
I welcome you with my arms open. I haven’t always, but I shall from now on.
Those that come without any warning. Those that come after hours of rolling around in bed. Those that come from staying up with friends engaged in profound conversations. Those that come after having been tired and then realising sleeping isn’t what I wanted.
Those that come out of frustration. Love. Sadness. Euphoria. Creativity. Grind. All of them are welcome.
Those that come without motivation to do anything. That come with a mission, told or undisclosed. That come with an urge to write. Or to sing. Or to binge a Netflix series. Or simply to ponder.
To all of the nights without sleep, I welcome you. Because I know you’ll bring a gift. I don’t know what that gift might be, but I know it’ll be wrapped in a beautiful, dark paper with a beautiful bow on top.