Stifled...

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Night...

I love the night, and at the same time I hate the night.

At night, you don't see things that clearly, but some things just becomes clearer.

I love the night. You don't have to see the shit of the day at night. You don't have to see things as it is. You become free. You are able to roam, anywhere. You start to feel. You drop the invincibility displayed in the day and start feeling in the night. Under the darkness of the night, you can do almost anything. Laugh, cry, kill, run, anything. Which is the real invincibility? The one in the day or the one at night?

I hate the night. Negative feelings set in. Fear, loneliness, sadness, emptiness. You fear the night, fear what you can't see, what you can't do without light, and yet you fear the approaching daylight, fear the work and unhappiness day will bring. You feel alone, lying on the bed, waiting for the one love and fear to give way to light and sight.

Sadness and emptiness fills your heart. You are free, but there's no place to abuse this priviledge you get daily. You feel that you are not accomplishing anything. You feel empty. You want to do something, but you are shackled by fatigue and the commitments of tomorrow. Your body wears down and screams for rest. The night is still young, but you are not able to capitalise on it. There's a void in your heart. You put up a struggle before you fade away to the day knowing that nothing was done in the free night. Is it all bad? Afterall, you are feeling something that you cannot feel in the day.

I love and hate the night.

End...

Hanged @ 1:00 AM