Night time(night-time, nighttime?) is strange. I can't figure out if I am scared of it or not.
Sometimes it's gorgeous filled with thousands of twinkling stars just floating in the velvety blackness called the sky. Making me feel so small but so important at the same time and I don't understand.
Other teenage girls worry about how they look or a guy they like. Here I am worrying about night. Hmm.
But then other times the night is full of Vashta Neradas, hiding in the shadows just waiting to eat you. The darkness is no longer a warm, velvety hug, but is instead a looming, swirling mass of the unknown.
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Into My Mind
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