| �Nocturnal Vigil� Inspiring moments come to me from far off memories. I am fond of nocturnal vigils in front of the glowing ecstasy of a computer screen. My fingers know the way across the catacombs of keys, spilling jumbled phrases across the pulsating blaze. The constant tap-tap noise sings a lullaby to the slumbering occupants of the house. In the starlight, my mind races through a book as thick as any. Words jump out and twist in the shady blue fire of surreal imagination. My pale fingers smooth the pages as the moon guides me across a world I would rather be living in. The gentle wisps of smoky silver-outlined clouds sweep across the Milky Way as I drown myself in the captivating silence of my own deep thoughts. Serenity lies in the black of midnight. Comfort comes not from a small circle of light made by a flickering flame, but from the nighttime around it. Dancing shadows encase me in fuzzy warmth as faeries jump at the corners of my vision. Darkness holds a unique curiosity that is not so easy to find in broad daylight. It cloaks me in consolation found deep within my soul. I often find my psyche subconsciously looking forward to wasting the day away in drowsy fits of sleep� and feeling the rush of the night as it unfurls. Perhaps I have just nailed my own coffin shut, trapping my extremely introversive countenance inside. But I do not care. I have never been one to dwell on things that seem important to others. I am alone in the night... and I like it. --C. A. Valent 11.26.01. 2:47 AM |