The Art Of Our Thoughts

The thing about the night

Do you ever wonder why the night has such an enigmatic aura to it? Why is it that the night seems to be the home for everyone's dark thoughts and the refuge to everyone's pain?

I guess it's something that has to do with the dark. Perhaps when it's dark we have a preconception that no can find us when it's dark, no one can hear our cries, no one can detect our thoughts, no one can feel the way our breath is shallow and unsteady.

It's like the day is when we're functioning human beings, with certain facades and personalities and yet the night brings out the worst in us.

Is that why in all the movies and books they bring the monsters out at night? Is that why vampires can only walk in the darkness?

It seems that our demons like to come out and play when the sky is pitch black, the stars are scattered like sprinkles on a cake, and the wind is blowing in a chilly breeze.

How fascinating is it that the night has such a power over us? That it holds us in its arms, cradles us all the while reaching out to take away our masks, urging us to let go for just those few hours, to be free before the sun comes up and captivates us again.
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Dedicated to: The night that has witnessed so much.

-S.S.