Night is My Favorite part of the day

I find beauty in the dark, when the world is calmest, like a pond

before a pebble inevitably disturbs that peace out of nowhere.

Ripples follow one after another

It’s funny how the smallest of things cause such a reaction

Some nights I’ve had have been too damn long

I’m on my knees begging, praying for it to finally end, please end it

But the clock only moves backwards, time slower than a deadly disease destroying its host

At those times I hate the night,

…other nights though, they are not long enough….

I miss those nights, in my mind and heart I cherish every single one,

I’d do anything, hell even go through a never ending night

Just to experience one short beautiful night once more…