night

the night instilled a silence in her that she loved. she was always loud during the day, putting on an amazing facade that no one could break through. but at night, always at night, she could put away her mask, and just be her.
to dance around, to cry, so bellow to her heart's desire.


the mask was always gone, her soundproof walls were the only ones who heard her, and she never had to worry about gossip or judgements.
she used the time to renew herself, to pull strength from herself.

her time was used to think, to cry, to laugh.

but mostly, it was used to read the stories,
the little stories about hope, love, and true bliss.

stories that she hoped one day, just one day,
would happen to her.