Kiss Me, Good Night

I love my night time. It's so peaceful, nothing can disturb me from enjoying the moment.
Further in the night, it gets quite. I can hear the little voice my heart says.
The night allows me to think, to reflect on things that has happened in my life.
The night also gives me time to feel the pain, to shed the tears I don't want a soul to see. I am human, I feel pain, I lose hope, but I don't want people to see me in a weak state of mind. Let the deepest corner of my heart stays in shadow from other people's view. I should be the one who knows myself better than anyone. And for that, I need my night.


Sometimes, I stay up way into the night, linger until morning is due to come. Wishing I could find a peace of mind, something I could never have although the sun shines so cheerfully atop my head.Wishing that if I do not surrender to my sleep, every pain will go away, every tears will dry out and every problem will be taken care of. Hoping that maybe if I stay awake, the sun will grant me more time and tomorrow ceased being only a day away. Yes, at times I do desperately try to hold on to the night. Because a new day can be frightening, not knowing what else I would have to face.

And then, although the night only speak the language of silence, I can hear its words of comfort, putting me at ease. Slowly drifts myself to sleep, in a soft voiceless lullaby.
-kiss me, good night-