We exist in shadows
The night kind
Hiding from the world of light
Not understanding the chaos the exists in the brighter hours
Standing in darkness shaking our heads not knowing who we are or why
And why the world around us looks so bleak and desolate despite the busy activity around us
Thinking that possibly they are right , that something is wrong with us
That we are “weird” , “insane” or “different” for finding our only real peace when the sun sets
For loving the power and clarity that comes with the absence of  brilliance
For seeking solace when the moon rises
But truly they are the “weird” ones
For only we know what exists on the realms they cannot see
Only we understand the energy of focus and silence in the midnight hours
We are the ones who can hear the whispers of the hidden forces that are far beyond their reach
The night kind
And Yes, we are different
More so then they or perhaps even we know
For we Possess an  “inner light” that they can never understand