I might be a morning person
i love mornings.. sunrises
i love the feeling it gives me, the feeling of a new day; a new beginning .. another chance to fix it all.. to start all over again
But something about the night touches my soul in a way I could never describe..

Something about the stars and the moon.
Something about the night car rides
the night walks and talks.
Maybe at night i’m more me .. more true to myself.. more aware of what’s going on the inside..
Something about the night touches my soul.

Maybe because somehow, it reveals the masks we’ve hidden behind all day long.
Maybe because at night, the masquerade -finally- comes to an end..
and that relieves,
that relieves my soul..