Days of nights

There was a time when I preferred nights over days. They are quiet, moments of solitude. The curtains once closed and though they are mere flimsy pieces of cloth they can hold back an entire universe of humanity.

Turning out lights and bundling up on the couch under your favorite blanket to wait for the vanish to begin. For the world to begin overlooking you and allow you to vanish into the space between breaths. To live if only for a short while in a world between one blink and another. Not existing enough to send even the slightest ripple through the universe around you.

That is my time. Its in those few moments when the quiet is so loud and the faintest of lights can blind. When clocks seem to thunder the passing of time and even the plants whisper the secrets they have guarded for so long.

So sit with me in this moment of moments and just before you drift into invisibility. Smile, as we few know that to vanish is to see and to see is to live.

R.