In the quietness of late nights, somehow a tinge of sadness lingers in the air.

Not bothered that much with the frustrations for the day, but rather the mind slows down and the heart starts to "think".

Strangely melancholy ties in with late nights.

Why not happy thoughts?

Happier thoughts?

I think, I "think" better with my heart.

For all things that matter.

It is always, a matter of the heart.

What happened?

Perhaps the mind knows, the heart doesn't - until now.

Still refusing to accept "reality".

Isn't reality just a perception?

I prefer my heart's perception, the mind doesn't know much.

Yes, that must be it.

Can you speak louder than the mind, please?