Night
Night falls. There's an alluring, unmistakable beauty in the mystery of the night. There are shadows everywhere; everything is a shadow. The moon glows, unlike the sun that glares, throwing everything into sharp relief. But ironically, in the night, my inadequacies come to light. My frustration, my fear, my sadness, my anger, my thoughts. They all surface sneakily and envelop me all around. Oh, the night. In your silence, thousands of hearts shatter equally quietly. Thousands of people play their soft songs on loop. Thousands battle insomnia on their beds as they look at the prancing shadows on their ceilings, waiting for sleep to relieve them. This darkness hides our pain and vulnerabilities. It hides our secrets and our secret tears. It protects us from having to face the world in the mornings. Yet, it is the most dangerous part of any day where our heart speaks to us so loudly in this silence. So loud, we can't ignore. It makes us feel incredibly alone as we stand at the window looking at how few lights are on, how few are awake in the dead of the night. The ghosts start to haunt us as they attack our minds and our souls relentlessly, while the moon, hopelessly afar, offers no salvation. I can't stand to be with myself sometimes, but myself is all I have while the world is asleep. We all say, "tomorrow is a brand new day". Tomorrows start at 12 midnight don't they. Well, it is a brand new day. It is a brand new day that starts off with all of the sorrows and fears and everything negative. We have to fight all of that, get through all of that, before we are ready to step into morning light.