Will I Become Something?

What The Night Brings

It's Sunday and I just need to get out of the rat hole I refer to as my home.

I walk outside and realize that it's nighttime. I look at the sky. It's something like I've never seen before. I take in what I feel and stroll back home.

The nighttime is an escape from everything real. In the dark, anything is possible. You could see a shadow and think it was an enemy treading on your territory and you jump in fright. But really the most beautiful things are the stars and the moon. The stars are glorious. Every star has a story and I'm willing to sit down and listen to every single one tell how they came to be. I could watch them twinkle into the brink of extinction and still be joyous when the end finally comes. The moon is magnificent. It is its own definition of beauty. It's creation should be honored by the people of Earth. We give these things so little credit and attention. What do you see when you look into the longing night sky? Just darkness or a whole new side of the universe? You decide.

I open my window and breathe in the fresh air. I leave it open and lay down.

I close my eyes. I drift away to the sounds of the night.

It doesn't take much to take something small and meaningless to others, something to you.