Nighttime, the darkness swallows me like I’m trapped in a black hole. Silence fills the stifled air, which is almost piercing but calming at the same time. It’s calm, relaxed, the whole neighborhood is sleeping, but me. I lay awake, thinking, listening, writing, hoping for a better day tomorrow. You notice more at night then during the day, at daytime things are so noisy and busy that simple things just aren’t noticeable. A stranger passes by without the slightest smile, but at night its my alone time, my time to take off from the world and think it all through., I whisper silently that I will be ok and it seems so loud. The slightest noise echo’s throughout the house seeming like a bomb but in all reality its not. Its just a whisper, a soft reminder of a better tomorrow, a little encouragement for making it through the day. I don’t get why everyone wants to go to bed so early, I want to soak up the night like a wash cloth in water, absorb its every noise and feeling, take it all in and feel refreshed. Stay awake until I must fall asleep to the silence of the night. The crickets relate to my passion of the night because I can hear them rejoicing with song by my window. Taking time to sing a lullaby to the troubled soul and make the mind ease its pain. Its like they know it all, and know exactly what to say. But as I sleep the night slowly drifts away and it is day again. A new day, a new busybody adventure, a time for rushing and being in a hurry, just know that when you lay awake at night, that I am laying awake too, and don’t you ever feel alone.
