Writers often depict nighttime as a beautiful thing, a place where nobody can hurt you and you're left in the moonlight. A place where the owls and deer come out and prance around because nobody else is there. Singers depict nighttime as a time for partying. A time to go to the club and get so drunk you'll barely be able to move. A time to do drugs and dance and hang out with friends. Well, I'm here to tell you the truth. Nighttime is a place where everything comes out. Nighttime is the worst time. At night everybody else is asleep and you and thousands of other people across the world are stuck in their own heads. It's not some secret paradise. At night the monsters under your bed and inside your head crawl out into reality. They come and leap out of every shadow and corner to bring you down with them. Night is a time of nightmares and goblins, not butterflies and moonlight. Night is a time to hide under your blankets so that the monsters won't get you. But they aren't real. They're inside your head. You hear the ugly monster and the fat monster clawing at the end of your bed. You know there's a shy monster and a scared monster and a sad monster. Everything you've ever been called, everything that you've ever witnessed, everything you didn't do, and everything you did do. It's all there. It's all inside your head. Nighttime is just when it chooses to creep out from the dark recesses of your mind because there's nobody else but you.
The whispers speak to you.
They draw you closer.
Don't believe them when they say the night is good.
Okay.
I've been scarred.
I've been called names.
I've been that.
But even so, if I'm going to be honest, I know I can get past it.
We can conquer the night together.
We can wait for the day to come.
And when it does..
It'll be beautiful.
