The night talks. The day screams, harsh and loud. But the night is gentle, more humane, soothing. The day always takes away. The night is a giver. It just gives. It consoles. It congratulates. It cuddles. The night brings peace. The night brings tranquility. The night brings forgiveness. The night brings love.
Days are bright, a tad too much. Nights are dim. Nights are relaxing. Nights are simple. Nights bring a promise of the morning, with an ever so subtle twinkle of shiny little stars. Days tire you. Night brings you rest. Night brings you dreams. Days are friends. Night is a lover. Days fight through you. Night cruises along, all the way and every step.
The darkness gives me strength. The darkness shows me the way. This is my darkness. This is my night. This is my dream. This is my heaven. I am happy here. Don't wake me up. I'll see you at daybreak.
