When it is very late
at night, and I'm the only one left conscious
in the house, I feel a few different ways, strongly, I might add. I'm grateful for the peace and quiet
that I don't get very often, and thankful that I can break the silence
, if it pleases me, with my choice of music and not worry about anyone else. This is one of my true alone
On the other hand, with darkness comes insecurity
, at least for me. I start to fear the night for all that it is. I'm not afraid of the dark, it's nice to get rid of the light for a while.. "things look dirty when it's on". I'm afraid
of what lurks in the dark
ness, of the people who may use the beauty
of night negatively. Regardless, I often find myself petrified in the middle of the night, when in all actuality, I should be quite comfortable
, after all, I am in my own house
It seems somewhat sad that the night can erase
a lot of ugliness in the world, but at the same time, it can be a breeding ground
for even uglier things.
"Blood on the ground as far as you see.. crazy life."