The night somehow understands how to put my messed up thoughts in order. Unlike the morning, which just seems to scatter them all on a vast horizon.
Maybe the stars know how flaming my soul is and might just start burning like a fireball unless controlled. Moreover, there cannot be two fireballs in a solar system, can there be? I guess not.
Maybe the moon calms me down because of the same reason. Otherwise who would he obey to for the phases he is famous for?
Maybe the constellations are just cautious of the danger my thoughts provoke on the universe and are twinkling just to ensure me that they are enough for the sky and do not need any more competition in shining up there.
Maybe the night calms me down because all the stars don’t have enough stardust for me but they don’t know my thoughts are explosive enough to form a whole new universe from a scratch.