nineteen.

...And you held us in your city lights, when our eyes had lost the stars. And we made our peace with lonely nights, and you healed our broken hearts.

There's something that happens during the night. Something almost unquantifiable, yet it's so visceral that you can't understand why you don't know what it is. Night is more than just a lack of light. More than a period of time in which the sun rests its eyes. It's a time for inspiration. Contemplation. Illumination of artistic creation. Though the nightlife may rage on, it's the time when the dreamers take flight.

So take flight.