Night
"I love night, because at night,
I don’t have to be someone—
Running codes with syntax and logic.
At night, I can be what I’ve always longed to be—
A poet,
And weave all the magic with my pen.
Night feels so much like me...
Dark, silent, with a cold breeze,
Peaceful—silencing every noise,
And alive, hearing only my heart’s voice.
During the day, I live how the world wants me to—
The world owns my days,
But the night—
The night is mine to breathe and belong."
—Beloved
—Let them take what they will—
The night is the only thing they can’t steal~
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