Comfort in the night
It's just another night by myself, when i see the skies darken and the moon begin to rise. My insomnia breeds my restlesness and i have no qualms towards staying awake all night, and then perhaps sleeping through the day, again. There is nothing for me to seek in the daylight, for there are only people and the stinging rays of the sun, they only hurt me. The moonlight is dim and soft, it gives me just enough light to be comforted and also not too much brightness so my skin is not burnt.
There stars shine so bright, yet i don't see the silver lining. There was nothing holding me back when i fell into the deep trench that lead to my isolation. Even pieces of my thoughts started to fall apart and slowly, i had lost most of the memories that i had cherrished. The only thing that besets me from taking my life is the soft moonlight and the comfort of the night.
In the darkness there is such silence that it brings comfort to my ever chaotic mind. It seeps through me and engulfs me within its grasp, so wide. I become a part of it, still and silent, everlasting solace. I imagine a space so wide i can just release myself with no fear of being shunted away. There is so much space, i could fit in a thousand solar systems, and still that would only use up a minor spec of this realm.
But, i lay here and all i can do is think. Though comforting it is, i am without my aim. I had lost it in the day, when i was walking with the crowd. Like a swarm of angry bees, the day stung at me with its phantoms that walked everywhere i went.
So i lay still and just take in the silence of the night. I become one with it, i sing with it and dance along with its silent rhythm. Though i am lost, i still have my moment of peace.
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