The comfort of darkness envelops me.
The night...still and soothing, quiets my mind while at the same time
blissfully sets it free.
As the harshness of the day yields to the softness of evening,
and the light fades away,
a calmness settles over me.
Days are frenzied, a whirlwind, a blur of activity.
Nights are softer, and thoughts are free to become
unstructured, abstract, happy, pensive, joyful, melancholy.
Under the restful glow of moonlight,
glistening through the pines and oaks, the silence
unleashes thoughts held captive, sparking creativity.
When day's end finally settles in
I feel more vibrant, more authentic, able to fully just be.
The night is my stability.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
The comfort of darkness envelops me.
The night...still and soothing, quiets my mind while at the same time
blissfully sets it free.
As the harshness of the day yields to the softness of evening,
and the light fades away,
a calmness settles over me.
Days are frenzied, a whirlwind, a blur of activity.
Nights are softer, and thoughts are free to become
unstructured, abstract, happy, pensive, joyful, melancholy.
Under the restful glow of moonlight,
glistening through the pines and oaks, the silence
unleashes thoughts held captive, sparking creativity.
When day's end finally settles in
I feel more vibrant, more authentic, able to fully just be.
The night is my stability.
I love my work, contrary to what this seems to imply, but, I do adore the night, and that stillness.
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