i miss daylight. for someone who is eternally consumed with night's passion, that says a lot.. i miss the warmth of it on my skin. i miss the shadow the sun gives me for company.. for the longest time i haven't had the luxury or the freedom to meander on footpaths and walkways that hold so much promise of serenity. stolen.. my capacity to dream awake in daylight. stolen..yes, but not lost.
as i contemplate all this, i smirk at my own foolishness. it's a pity i didn't realize it sooner. the thing i miss most about daylight, the thing that i revel most ardently in is not daylight per se' but her death. the futility of her struggle as the cloak of night drowns her.. how she taints the sky crimson as the stars pierce to reveal the monotony of her hue.. one false gradient after the other.. how she falls on her knees on the horizon in her reluctance to give way to the moon..
do you know why no one could ever be jealous of the sun's triumphs? it's not because sol can act just as serene without them... it's because her grandness, her benevolence is but a facade. a curtain dropped down to shield a staggering fear of vertigo. a beautiful curtain dropped down to mask a void that is her reality. she is but an occurence of multitudes thought special because circumstance placed her to temporarily warm a cold, orbiting rock... it is inevitable.. she will burn out. because all she really is.. is nothing but a black hole.
you've got it wrong... stars do not get tired of shining.. what they really grow tired of, is living a lie.