I feel it coming,
the night.
Serenity washes over me,
while the stars make a blanket in the sky.
It's the only time I'm free.
The moon knows me more than any creature on Earth.
My thoughts are at rest.
I can hide from the sun.
The sun amplifies my mistakes,
and laughs at my regrets.
The moon knows no mistakes,
it has no regrets.
I feel more myself in complete darkness
than I ever have in the light of day.
The moon doesn't care if you are alone.
The sun insists upon relationships,
ones that I do not have the energy for.
The moon is my strength.
When the sun finishes its daily routine,
I rejoice.
For I know that I will see my friend again.
I feel it coming,
the night.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
I feel it coming,
the night.
Serenity washes over me,
while the stars make a blanket in the sky.
It's the only time I'm free.
The moon knows me more than any creature on Earth.
My thoughts are at rest.
I can hide from the sun.
The sun amplifies my mistakes,
and laughs at my regrets.
The moon knows no mistakes,
it has no regrets.
I feel more myself in complete darkness
than I ever have in the light of day.
The moon doesn't care if you are alone.
The sun insists upon relationships,
ones that I do not have the energy for.
The moon is my strength.
When the sun finishes its daily routine,
I rejoice.
For I know that I will see my friend again.
I feel it coming,
the night.
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