There is a letter in the night for you whose mere elements are simple enough in their wording to confound its readers.
They are not guide questions to overlay the directions for your life. Instead, it attempts to succeed in calling out your restlessness when you should be sleeping pretty.
There shouldn’t be any response made to any of the night letters, but you get up and compose one after another anyway. No one can limit nor question your intentions, however intense, but know this: you must face the consequences.
If you are now weary of what goes on, what can you do start implementing changes?
I ask myself this everyday. In some days, an answer arrives. Mostly, it’s just me staring blankly in the space in front of me.
Can’t configure conundrum to spit solution; must find answers myself.