Look Westward

Day, it is the day where I hide myself

Light reaches for every dark spot, nothing to hide

Talks are short, superficial, lacks any personal substance

Talks are loud, ornamental, giving no inclination in anything

Its where proximity and hostility meet at intersecting lines

Night, night is where intimacy is seen

Darkness may seem unsettling but I find it a comfort

Talks are long, private, holds characterics and meanings

Talks are soft, simple, giving my entire heart for everything

Distance is eradicated and bodies are situated at parallel lines

Under the cover of mysterious black do I reveal myself

till daylight comes, so one covers themself.