The dark world is comforting with its constant midnight hug. I miss the sun but the forever night is appealing with the bright glowing lights. This warm yellow light in inviting with its lazy glow. The slow and constant wintertime rains feels like staying under the covers for the whole day, comfortably hiding from the outside world. There is something magical about the mystery of the long moonlight. Something provocative about the deep black, something charming about the abyss of black holing you stead fast in a cozy embrace.
I should be sleeping but I am beyond wide awake right now.
Tomorrow I will once again feel the dreary and the drudge of the day, but that is still a very long few hours away.
It take me until bedtime to wake up, to get the gist of the day, to get in the swing of the hang.
I spend the day in a haze, steering through the fog of the motions, until it is finally time to call it quits. When I can give my mind peace and solitude, it start the race it pumps the gas, it competes against the unseen assailants of the nights, like a ninja in the darkness the brain races to a start line, the end nowhere in sight.
Some day I will catch on to the rhythm of the living. For now, I follow the drums of the night.