night.
that was your time and no one else's. you ruled while everyone slept.
walking in the footsteps of the daytime walkers, me. your face illumnated in the moon's shine that followed you every night. it always had, sometimes when you were young you would whisper to me you thought the moon was a friend, now it's just a reminder of how much you hate it's counter part. the feeling of the sun tracing it's way across your skin sickens you. the warmness that travels through your skin is uninvited. you dodge it when you walk, seeking the shadows that are dark enough to hide you.
and your secrets.
that's what you told me wasn't it enda?
the darkness held all your secrets?
why did I never find out what they were?
wyatt.