Sometimes, Night Is Cruel

Ultimately, this is a complex of most, as people are alone, afraid, others walk,wandering into the night, not caring if they're on the borderline of insanity.

Sometimes, insomnia takes a firm grasp on someone, making them wonder why they're here, living and breathing, while they blink the sleepless nights away. Sometimes, figures skulk through the night, waiting for a round of fun to begin. Sometimes, people forget, forget themselves, forget their troubles, everything, and let it all go.

Sometimes, the night is cruel.

And always, we push on, waiting for the sunrise, just to begin another day, so that we can move on to another night, where the routine begins once again.

We all hear about the scary, dreadful things that happen at night, but we brush if off, so that we don't need to look at it's ugliness anymore.  With the wimps that we are, we can only hope thtat it doesn't happen again.

Bad enough that we live in  overcrowded noisy cities. Bad enough that we use the night to catch up on the things that we "treasure". Bad enough, we treat it all like a game we play, planning out all the moves we need to win, when you can't really win at all.

Sometimes, you feel the need to wonder if it's ever going to get any better.

We all prowl the night, wondering what makes us, us. We all move through our daily lives, wondering what will happen next, and what the new blow will bring.  We all cling to the hope that things will get better during the day. We allow ourselves to worry at night, whilst ruining the line between stability and and trouble.

We all have our own problems to deal with, but choose to ignore them. We go to psychiatrists, wanting them to solve our problems for us. We get pills, because little colored capsules are infinitely more amazing than thinking about what irks us.

But, as the day begins anew, we all go on in our own little worlds, oblivious by what bounds us all. We dream, we want, we lust, and we move on. We forget, if only for a little while. Sadly, each day we come home only to face our fears again. We all share the same complex. One question: How afraid are you of the dark?