What is it about nighttime that makes me wish it never ended?
It's those late hours where I find the most joy, the most curiosity, the most freedom. It's the thought that there's no one else around, no schedule to keep track of, it's just me doing my own thing, living in a quaint bliss.
I can do what I want: sing, cry, dance, draw; the possibilities are at my disposal. I don't owe anyone my attention, time, or care. I can focus on what inspires me, or just sit in bed and watch a good show or read an enrapturing book.
It doesn't have to be meaningful, it doesn't even have to be exciting.
It's just knowing the fact that I am alone and in control.
My thoughts can run free, I can dream up wild imaginings, truly get in touch with all that I love. I can watch my cat sleep peacefully on his favourite blanket, enjoy a nice cup of hot water and tea, plan up schemes for the next day while I'm in a vat of creativity.
It's bittersweet, however.
I know that there comes a time when I must retire, pack up my assortment of projects that are nearly finished. And with this rest comes a new day, one where I wish for it once more to be that twilight hour, where I can roam around in the darkness and remain unseen.
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I hope to one day bring the magic of the night into my everyday life, to feel the inspiration that currently thrums through my veins. The day I unlock that potential is the day that I will know true inner peace.
I can't wait to bring this version of myself into true embodiment.
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