How Do I Talk To Myself when the World Sleeps?
Imagine sitting down at my desk in a room blanketed in darkness, with only the flicker of a lamp.
Outside, the world is still, and I’m sitting here thinking...
That night is something magical.
It’s as if something has stopped and I have a breath. I open my window, and the stars are out, the streetlights are on, long shadows.
In this silence, I am removed from the daily agitation. The evening is my hideout, the only place where I’ll be able to vent.
I breathe in and my concerns subside...
This is where my phobia enters the picture. If I’m not going to succeed? What if my dreams die? They are thoughts, which sound in the void, begging for attention. It’s depressing, but liberating. Darkness pulls me into what I’m accustomed to avoiding.
It can ignite a flame in me...
This is where the imagination begins to erupt. It’s w…
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