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 times.
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
darkness, 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, right?
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."