Night time, the suns goes down. the world has been put on pause. no more stress, no more worries, save that for when the light returns.
no longer shall I have to worry about what the world thinks of me, the standards everyone has for me or the pressures of life. My anxiety melts away with the still of the night, depression lifts from my shoulders like a mist. the silence night brings wraps around me, a protective blanket from what the day brings. Finally, i can just be me.
No more are the thoughts and assumptions of those around me, the expectations of those near. gone are the facades, the false fronts. Finally a moment to just relax. I love the night, i feel safe, i feel calm, i feel at home.
Wanted by the night, loved by the moon, cared for by the silence. if only things were as nice when the sun shines. I dread the sunrise, as beautiful as it may be, for it is then i have to return to my mask, to continue to be a puppet with life tugging at my strings, begging to be free. how i would love to be free. to just wander the night as i please. how i yearn for the little time i have to spend with the moon.
as day breaks once again i shall push away my fears, hide my concerns, pocket my clouded mind. do the bidding of those around me. and once again be brought to my knees by these bonds, only to look up at what controls me. cowering. begging to just be free.
To stay in the night, and hide from the light.
~ Ashton
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