Night
Sometimes,
I am overwhelmed by the silence of the night,
by the constant and unified
breathing
of those who have escaped
to another dimension where dreams become reality.
Sometimes,
the night scares me.
Its darkness envelops me,
a blanket of fear
and solitude
wrapping itself around my limbs,
making me feel suffocated.
Sometimes,
I am overcome
by the complexity of the night,
the way in which it can turn an average soul
into that of an aged philosopher.
Sometimes,
the night comes to me
as a reminder
of how utterly and completely
alone
I am in this world.
I close my eyes,
attentively listening to the sounds of the night,
far away, not part of me at all.
The night is a lovely mistress,
one with whom I cannot live without
because without her,
I would not know
what the depths of my soul look like,
I would never dare to venture
in the dark shadows of my very being
if it weren’t for her.
The night. Such a lovely and mysterious thing.