nightcreatures

in the night, we are bright eyed creatures, limber arms and strong legs. breathing comes easily as anything, and thoughts of day are banished from our minds. look at how the world is painted in shades of blue. see where cobalt and navy blend, merge, to create an entirely new shade.

in the city, nothing ever sleeps, not really. the sidewalks hum, a thrumming heartbeat warm beneath our bare feet. the lights flicker and sway, as if sighing. any noises we make are swallowed by impassive glass and concrete, whooping cut to nothing in the span of a heartbeat.

we can have our joy, here. we can walk freely, hand in hand, and try to ignore how as the dawn approaches, our worries rise. we know what is coming and we fear it, the way our soft, nocturnal bodies, give way to morning light.

day will break, and we will once again be reduced to people, be reduced to mortality and all that comes with it. for now, dig your teeth in and refuse to see how close the light is. stay frenzied and wild, harness your energy while it lasts. the night is ours.

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