A/N: Hey guys, back with another update that's are quite literally just my thoughts splayed out on the page.
Some nights are magical. When the darkness spreads everything in a layer of excitement for what's to come, every streetlamp, headlight, neon sign, a beautiful wonder. Some nights are sparkling, full of smiles and laughter and singing at the top of your lungs.
Some nights are magical.
Some nights are quiet. The world at rest from the day's activities, the darkness blanketing the world in a deep slumber. Neither soft nor hard, but a night that simply is.
Some nights are quiet.
Some nights take your darkest thoughts and shine them like a beacon amongst the blackness. Whether it be melancholy or terror, the night that grips you in uncomfortability, the night that is unwelcome, where you simply wait for the arrival of the day to make it alright again.
I think I've had a lot of those nights in my life. Those four walls have seen great sadness.
Why does fear run so rampant? It only takes one thought for another to follow, and another until it's gripped you. Negativity cascades in a way that few things do. As humans are we just more prone to worry? Anxiousness is a survival skill, maybe our ancestors felt this way when the dark descended upon them eons ago.
And yet I can imagine the sky as it was then, without anything to hide the great expanse of stars filling the night. The galaxy, unhindered by human invention, on full display in all its glory. How could anyone look at that without awe for who we are in this vast universe anyway. Our worries so small in enormity of it all.
Yet significant. We wouldn't feel them otherwise. And maybe that's what ultimately makes the night quiet. Because no matter how magical or how scary the dark can feel, it will always arrive. It simply is. Our perception changes our experience and now that I'm thinking about it maybe I've had more quiet nights.
Maybe these four walls have seen peace.
Some nights, like this one, are a little of all three.
A/N: This series contains a lot of me, my thoughts, my perceptions, and this drabble is literally just my thoughts splayed out across the page from one night. Occasionally I'll write something like this which isn't really fiction or proper poetry it just…is.
I hope you liked it nonetheless, please comment because I'd love to hear your thoughts!
And as always, thanks for reading!