Nocturne sends you back and forth, to the conscious and then under it.

Skipping the split-seconds, missing a blink of an eye. Laughing with oneself at entertaining thought that doesn't even work a muscle when it's day.

It's easier to please, and so to tease. Laugh until you cry, (genuinely) cry.

Ante meridien. Sitting still befriending self and the conscience and the subconscience.

A fine line between two polarized end, of both the difference is just, well, give and take.