Nyctophilia

It is in the dark when I am most alive.

When the rest of the world is sleeping,

I am awake, letting my mind take over.

The true meaning of the dead of the night.

It’s when my creativity is heightened,

My mind unwinding and letting

The words flow like the waves of the ocean;

Loud yet peaceful and soothing.

The moon is my lamp,

And the stars are my thoughts,

Scattered across the sky,

Each one telling a story

Of my past, present and future.

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