To me midnight is a separate dimension. It is a place of peace and thought, coating everything around it in a blanket of calm. It slows the world down and never rushes you; midnight always has plenty of time. Yet somehow it is also buzzing with energy and potential. I am always most struck by the urge to create when the day is closing.
Sometimes though, midnight can be brutal. It can be a time where you're forced to face yourself. When you've been holding down the pain for too long and it wont be silenced any longer. But other times it is the sweet whisper of wanting to take a walk in the stillness, or settling into a good book. It is the feeling of solitude, but also of content. Like your the last person alive, or the only one who knows a special secret.
Midnight has a magical quality to it. Whether you're in bed and you know its late but you have to finish the chapter, or you just cant stop watching the stars. I think it is a time and sensation that is under appreciated, and sometimes completely missed.
Thoughts, Love, and Stories down bellow,
Enigma
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