The night has always seemed closer than the closest the day
has ever been. I like the dark where I can be myself unseen by the world that's always judging. I'm all naked at night. My body remains dressed but I undress my soul baring all the scars and insecurities that I hide with my best efforts throughout the day. When the noises are less and the chaos moves into houses from the streets that's when I feel confident inside the four walls of my room where I'm all by myself and I actually am myself. I keep the windows closed and the curtains drawn, not even letting the air outside get into my space.
True that nights are not as fun or jolly. I'm often sad and lonely. All the demons of the past and thoughts of a purposeless future haunt me. I wonder whether the world is a bully or I am too mousy. Some nights I cry myself to sleep. On some I keep tossing and turning. You see, there ain't no peace. But my comfort with the night lies in the fact that it's all reality. I am real and everything else inside my room is. My tears are real unlike the fake smile I put up on my face in the day to avoid the not so empathetic sympathy. My lips and face, without any shades of pink and red, may be ugly but is all real if anybody were to see. So, before the day breaks and I face this world with a fake face and a fake soul let me endure my true self for the night that's close to me.