something in my soul tells me
that I was made for the night
not like some supervillain
no, like this is my time
to just be

the night pulls me
to a life that's not mine
but one I'd love to live

I'm made for it,
I think
or something in my bones
tells me that I am

I can't quite describe
what exactly it is,
but I think it goes
something like this

neon lights in a dark room
genuine laughter
a big city swallowing me whole
reminding me how tiny I am
but in a good way
you're not insignificant
you're part of this huge world

no panic and fear
no constant ache in your chest
that tells you
the monster is just behind you

just living
wouldn't that be something?