I survive during the day

but I live during the night

I think it’s because shadows are softer

and the world is quieter

water turns to glass

and everything moves slower

pools of light turn silver

and the moon beams almost glitter

Inspiration flows like the whispering brook

and mundane things become romanticized

_I love the night_

_shadows softer_

_world quieter_

_glass water_

_pools of silver_

_moon beams that glitter _

_everything moving slower_