The morning has been given to us such that a feeling of warmth overcomes us. We are enveloped with a sound and secure blanket that we wear everywhere we go during the day. Light sways past the ever-busy souls and laughter awakes our dismal minds. The trees, they sway in the afternoon heat and flowers breathe a sigh of relief. The night before was long and killed the light well. For now, it has vanished.
But it will approach; the awaiting night, for it promised its return. It pledged to twist the minds of souls at night, it lurks at dark. They say that spirits light the dark with their magical embrace. And stifle they do well the minds of souls who have returned from hard day’s labour. And awaken they do well the minds of those who find the darkness their only solution to get away.
Stay away night. You are the bitter side of me and them, we don't have sight of anything true or anything right. Stay away night.
No comments:
Post a Comment