Found

I spend my calm and lonely nights suspended wordlessly in my mind. These nights though saddening are the reason I am me. Thoughts fly by my eyes as images, words, and light. We discover ourselves in that night. In the dreamless void right before the sunrise. Sometimes we become lost in our nights. So much so that even when the sun shines brightly onto our skin we are still there, but I have discovered that no matter what we will be found. I have spent years in my night, and I am here to tell you that I am found.

This poem is about: 
Me

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