Isn't it crazy how the darkness of night covers everything in an oddly comforting silence, one that's too easily broken by the common conversation between engines and tired on pavement? In a world where silence is never common I find solace in the dark depths of my mind, so silent yet constantly moving it speaks a silence so loud it drowns out the world around me. A comfort it becomes, bleeding necessity from deep wounds caused by the never ending cavern of raucous sounds. The most mind meltingly irritating of all of the sounds sat precariously on my eardrums like a needle on a bubble is the voice of ignorance screeching is way into my brain and burrowing it's malignancy bone deep, seeping into my every waking thought. In the cover of darkness, wrapped in midnights cloak, there is no screech of ignorance or death rattle from the ozone layer, or the hoarse pleads for action from all of the children in Africa. There is nothing but peace. Isn't is crazy how midnights kiss brings about a silence so calming, yet people are so ready to break it?
