It hurts, it does! When the sun leaves the bed of the cozy clouds and its light slowly fades away. Ever wondered how the sky felt when everyday it has to leave behind its soulmate to set and the day comes to an end. Then, there is the night, which is like a painter who never gets a perfect picture because the colour he uses falls everywhere, and covers the entire sheet. Still, it works hard daily to get that one perfect picture : Maybe, not in a stroke, maybe after a long while, maybe never in his entire life,who knows?
I do not appreciate darkness but i like the night. It is dark, scary, quiet but beautiful, more than anything.
On departure from the sun, the clouds shed tears, those tears they become stars and thus the night carries that pain inflicted upon itself. Also sometimes tears roll down the sky, when the sky cries louder shooting out its emotions, and we call them shooting stars. And this is how the night bears emotions.
Night is unpredictable, it brings with itself stability in the form of the North pole star and then even showcases change in the form of moon!! It is so confusing, just like us.
Things happen over night, the clouds dance high, the water gets silent, the wolf howls and the sky gets bright. That is the beauty of night and I am one of its admirers.