People keep asking me to brighten up. They mean well. They don't know. I'm made of night. Not depressed. Not damaged. Just night-built. The dark isn't a phase. It isn't a problem. It's the substance. You can decorate it with stars. With sparks. With everything called light. The night underneath doesn't move. I'm not lightening up. I'm not waiting for morning. I'm where the morning comes from.