꧁༒☬𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽☬༒꧂
So, if you can't tell from the site's main aesthetic, I love the night. I always have, and to be honest, I'm not quite sure why.
To me, the night represents a lot of things. Freedom, sadness, darkness, loneliness, and comfort. It's as bitter as it is sweet, and I adore it for that. Everything just feels different, when night arrives. The air gets cold, and haunting. Unassuming things seem to be much more dangerous, and the things we shouldn't desire seem all the more enticing. It's just so strange, it's hard to describe.
I feel like myself more, when night comes around. It's a time for introspection, for recklessness, and for emotions to finally settle in. It makes me feel distant, yet as free as I've ever been. Maybe it's the danger of what lurks in the dark. Maybe it's the lonesome tone of the cool, night air. Or maybe it's the warm shine of faint moonlight.
The moon means a lot to me. It's an object of isolation, so close, yet so far. It's been battered, it's been bruised, yet it stays still in the sky, never faltering. It's an unwavering show of determination. It holds itself, despite nothing around it seeming to care for it's well-being. Earth can fantasize about conquering it, and the sun can try all it wants to pelt it with it's rays, but the moon never goes back. It just stands there, basking in the night's darkness, while embracing it's own twisted light.
It's beautiful.
I'm not sure what the point of this page is, really. I just wanted to express my appreciation for a time that means a lot to me.