measure the nightby the amount of thoughtscrammed into one dayseventh ready to show the worldeven if most don't knowit exists that doesn't meanit isn't real because it iseven if I can't explain how theyare delivered to memight even have to admitthey are my creationstoday measuring the nightin pages turned overand covered conversationsall types barely use the phonesto talk isn't that strangewho could've guessedturn back only a few yearsand try to remember the numberslike you used to beforeeverything changedmeasuring the nightby the fire...