The Nighttime and Me

[silversolitaire]

The nighttime and me, it's a dangerous liaison. Part of me loves it, part of me hates it.

I love the nighttime... I love its clear fresh air, its brillant darkness. I love it how it gives me ideas and inspiration, how I can be free.

I hate the nightime... I hate it how it makes me feel lonely, how I realize how cold a place this world is. The night scares me easily.

I'm a slave to my emotions. I cannot help it. I wish I knew what decides how I will feel about the next night... Right now I'm feeling mellow, but peaceful. My palms are sticky. I hate that. But the night is clear and inviting. I can drink the dark air greedily in large gulps. The wind brushes over me as I lie on the lawn, the fading full moon above me... I yearn for complete darkness, absolute silence. Just the moon and me, and the wind caressing my skin. At night. When people don't look at me. How I love it...

I saw a shooting star cutting through the carpet of sparkling diamonds. I did not make a wish for it had come true that very moment. Happiness... lightness of the soul. Unbearable lightness? I think not. What is there to bear when your soul takes wings and flies freely?

Comments

[fleurrochard]

Oh my god, this is so wonderful - it's pure poetry. And how do you know how I feel about the night very often? Because I do feel so, but i don't think I could have expressed it in such a brilliant and beautiful way.