Nighttime is precious. The safest. The purest. You don’t have to speak to anyone. You are just left alone with your own thoughts. You get a new home apart from this dimension where you put everything on pause. You release, rest and recreate your soul. Not because you are hurting. Not because you are a loner. But because your inner being craves space, time, and isolation.
I hope I never get tired of my nighttime.
I hope the same for you.
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