After the sun is down

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What is your favorite time of the day?

Mine is the night. When everyone is sleeping and the only thing you can hear is your thoughts.

It can be scary for some people, after all there's no one there to help you. We are exposed to the shadows and everything that lies in it.

But for me it's calm and comforting, almost like being at home.

When the hole city is asleep and the streets are empty, it feels like you've enter a different dimention. You are walking under an once society. Everything is there for you to see, yet the night manages to hide it.

I can't remember when it started, even less understand why. This urge to look into the dark, try to see beyond the shadows. Maybe see a world, a place, something more than just a story.

I know we are not alone. 

There's something beyond our understanding. That's why it needs to stay hiden, the world is not prepared to see it. Our mind is not prepared to see it. 

And they know it.

Once you realise this, everything comes together like a puzzle. Why, everytime you look into the dark, you feel there's something there, yet you can't see anything.

If we were meant to see each other we would live on the same world.

That's where you draw the line. You need to want to see them, but you also need to keep the distance. Because if you get to close you won't be able to come back.

Now I understand why the night always called me, they need people to believe so they can use them as an exchange.

So, next time you look into the night, remember, even tho it's beautiful, it also hide dark secrets. Secrets where you can easily lose your self.

I still like the night. I still like to watch the world slowly stopping. So I can walk through a city lost in time. 

I don't fear them, I admire them. How they just sit and wait until someone opens the door for them. Giving them the opportunity of a new life, through their own lost.

The only thing that there's left to say is be careful, we are not alone, and they will use our innocence for their own good.

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