Part 2 – Growth In the morning I feel most poetic. Before most of the world has woken, when the moonlight blends into sunlight. It all becomes one. Being surrounded by darkness and surrounded by light do not feel the same at all. Surrendering to your surroundings is watching the headlights of your car blur in the rain puddles as sleepy mumbles resembling a song escape your lips. Are you really in control? Or are the surroundings controlling you? When your brain dips in and out of the fog that has yet to clear because the moonlight in your head hasn’t yet become sunlight. We are all the same. You are the same.