Each night I await the moment of darkness,
With the flick of a switch I am
Awake.

In the light I find that I must be
Attentive
Talkative
Active
Responsive
Robotic.
Surrounded by nothing of interest or consequence except for the rest of the world

In the darkness I am awake, finally
Alone
With myself with my thoughts and I think,
I think about everything.

The darkness does not critique my silence
The darkness does not scoff at my wandering thoughts
I am awake, for the first time in hours,
When the rest of my world sleeps.