there is something lonely
about the night.
perhaps it is the quiet echos
somehow reaffirming the emptiness,
or the absence of another heartbeat
that makes it so still.
the sun brings with her a crown of opulence
that is inevitably absent
in the night.

in the night,
there are constellations of leaden insecurities
and wormholes of sunken hope.
in the night,
it is you vs yourself