There is “something” about this moment, which forced me to
write at 4:25 am of the night, I will not want to call it an early morning for
some strange reason. This “something” can be… mysterious, productive actually
re-productive, creative, light, loving and very powerful. This is far from
mediocrity but still not closer to excellence, closer to curiosity but far from
confusion, some bit of ignorance and lots of optimism.
There is also a fear, a fear of losing this moment. There
must be something very precious about this moment that fears even the rising of
sun. I love the comfort this night offers, as if m on bed of cushions, cuddling
the innocence of expression. Love is missing. Every positive emotion exist here
where is this hidden love? Somewhere behind the stars of hope in the sky of
acceptance, is love.
Night is that huge canvas where one can paint any emotions
as many emotions.
Night is also a blanket that protects & covers many
stories.
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