(Repost! I'm thinking of using this for a college app and wanted more opinions on it!)
The sky above me seems eerie tonight. The few stars scattered randomly through the polluted Houston sky shine white, like flashlights too small to make any real difference. The moon shining brightly in the night, piercing the shadows, the soft night light of my backyard, my only friend in the darkness. My eyes greedily absorb the scene, the view forever stored in my mind. I love the gloominess of the night.
My ipod is resting on my leg, some random singer screaming in my eardrums. The music is my soul. The drum is my heartbeat. The voice is creeping thorugh my veins, like blood, reaching the rest of my body.
The night is still. Nothing is moving. No wind streaming through rustling trees. No random bugs itching to find me, eager to taste my flesh. No stray dogs roaming around, looking for scraps. Everything is just... at rest.
I love nights like this. I live for nights like this. When dusk comes, I can lounge around in the darkness, lost in thought, caught up in the music.
It really can clear your mind. It makes you think about what really matters. Matters you thought were important aren't anymore. Do they really matter? Friends you thought you had leave forever. People you thought you loved ignore you as you walk by. Your dreams begin to crumble around your toes. But nothing stays bad forever. The moon still continues its arc across the sky. Life goes on. People move on. You have to.
The sun washes away the darkness, like some dirty stain. But I know better. With the sun comes the distractions of life, the hassles of work and school, of fake friends and pretend relationships, of people who use and abuse you, who treat you like you don't really matter. The now visible and abundant clouds bring rain and pain. The day goes on, but slower, with more to do, more weighing you down.
That reliable moon comes back soon enough though, along with its darkness and comfort, with its stillness and mystery.
It's a mask, I think. The peace of the night ends soon enough. The world comes back to life with the sun. The mask of quiet and stillness comes off, and all of our troubles come crashing back down to earth when its gone. But I enjoy this mask. I embrace this mask. It gives me comfort when nothing else does. When it leaves it always comes back to me. It never lies. It never betrays. It holds you there, frozen in the night, enticed by the beauty of it, caught up in the power of the calm, lost in the depth of your own thought.
I live for nights like this.