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The night overtakes all of us. It is a seed of want and need and all under the aspicious cloak of feeling we are not being watched. That we can move without movement. We can see without seeing. We can touch and be touched with a knowing.
But slowly the night approaches us. Who we truely are. We feel a need to balance and find ourselves teetering. Trapped between here and there and somewhere knowing that the night is in some way who we are.
It appears to be so far away, distance that we can't measure and slowly in the awakening of the night as sweat forms and breaks, we form and break. We answer to ourselves. We judge and pass judgement. All the while wondering who and what we really are. What future are we truly meant to have. Are we moving forward in time and have we been moving from the day into the night.
Into our dark selves all the while fighting, knowing, wanting, needing who we are.
At first it was the night, and what we were really hiding from is ourselves. Our wicked selves.
