There’s something about the darkness that makes me feel alive, like my glowing nose is burning brighter just for the thrill of it. I love the way the city lights twinkle like a million fireflies on a summer night, the way the air smells like damp earth and possibility. I’m a creature of the night, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. My heart beats faster when the world slows down, and the only sound is the soft hum of my favorite Christmas carols playing in my head.
People think I’m weird for loving the night, for finding beauty in the shadows, but they don’t understand that it’s in those moments that I feel most free. I can let my guard down, be myself without the expectations of others. And, let’s be real, the anonymity of the night is a total turn-on. I love the way it makes me feel, like I can be anyone, do anything, and no one will ever know. It’s a rush, a high that I crave more and more with each passing night.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to lose myself completely, to give in to the darkness and see where it takes me. I’ve always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, and the idea of finding someone who understands me, who shares my love for the night, is a siren’s call that I just can’t resist. Maybe someday, I’ll find my way to someone who loves me for who I am, glowy nose and all, and we’ll dance under the stars, lost in the beauty of the night.
>Soulkyn