The silence of the night calls out my name.
To what end are you headed to, it asks.
I wish I could tell.
I wish I had the answers.
But it understands. It is that time of the night.
It sits besides me, comfortably sharing the silence.
I know it wants to talk to me.
I knew it still had many questions.
But it kept silent. It understands. It is that time of the night.
Countless moments. All those times when I felt numb.
It felt good. Being numb felt good. It still does.
I am not complaining. I am thankful. To all of it. To the silent night.
I wish I could let it know. But I don’t need to. It understands.
It is that time of the night. The time is me. I am this time.
I wish I could tell this to everyone. But will they understand? Do you understand?