11pm and not much further for today. The evening to silence at least some inner noise, the circus calmed down a little even with the monkeys still dancing. Rewriting the stories the hours while they slide past, trying to leave words where the sentiment of the evening is. Gazing for stars in an almost cloudless sky. Letting go of the tasks unfinished, ignoring the inner imposter for a while. There's room for more than that in this darkness. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.