Thoughts breaking out of daytime boxes
Floating into the comforting layer of velvety dark
Moonlight sifts through the branches
Kissing the ground that rests and the dreamers who don’t sleep
The world deeply slumbers yet is
Flowers blooming for the moon, moths being nocturnal butterflies
Restless hearts dancing or thinking.
Nighttime whispers to emotions that they can come out and play, that it has put up a filter, no one can see. And once they’ve been coaxed out, they confidently wander all over the mind.
If daytime sees the typical life that we put up for show, perfect smiles and overly optimistic and matching instagram feeds, nighttime sees the raw, vulnerable side.
Night sees heaving tears and aching chests, shredded hearts, sitting on the windowsill with tired eyes and a sick soul, maybe just feeling numb, screaming at the moon, dancing fiercely, pleading, saying words to the stars that we’ll never ever tell the people we want to.
Night also sees earnest, intense thoughts. Dreams, sweet whispers, hands tentatively brushing as they stare at the stars, blushes hidden by dark. Small glances, long hugs underneath the porch lights, fireworks and celebrations. Eyes shining. Contentment. Long talks of getting to know people, wrapping in a blanket to protect from dew and wind to stare at the stars, laughs and laughs and laughs.
at how when the sun and moon trade places, the world transforms in so many different ways.