Night

In the softness of the night, where lingering rays of dying light trace faint outlines in the depths of the shade, emptiness is full. The empty depths of the darkness hold space for the churning darkness in your chest, straining against white ribs and compressing a crimson heart

The night is full of the space to look inside yourself. A deep and vibrant expanse of darkness, hungry for all that you may offer it. In the night there is space for anger, loneliness and heartache, the desire to be seen and never seen again. In the night is safety from the vision of the light.

Stay the night, and feel the shadows draw you in. A comforting softness as light leaves and darkness absorbs the stars’ trailing tails. A yawning pit to fill with your truths and tribulations, a rest stop for your weary heart. Share your pain with the darkness, and let the silence in

Stay the night, and share the darkness with me. Stay the night, until we fall asleep. In the night, we will find peace, away from those who peel off our skin and criticize our hearts. Stay the night, and we can share what can’t be seen in the light