there’s something about the ocean at night. the ghostly waves. the stars. the quiet. it’s something akin to a blanket of snow under a moonlit night. wind in the branches. the cold silence. there’s a strange, uncomfortable beauty to it.
it’s hard being afraid of the night when you’ve survived some of the worst things this life has to offer. you embrace it. you walk fearlessly forward, no longer looking over your shoulder. because – really – what is there to be afraid of anymore? what else could possibly hurt you more than what you’ve already lived through?
i think i prefer the night. when dreams are easier to believe and you’re a little reckless with your thoughts.
“i have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.”