The formidable darkness envelopes me. The recognition does not subside with the fear that emanates with every breath that I take in its silence. It comes, regardless of the cloak that I wear. I cannot pull a hood over the dread as much as I can silence the pounding of my mind.
Destiny awaits in the night hours, the time when all at peace can find their beds. I have never recognized mine, nor do I turn to it in times like this. These hours are the beckoning. The fight for the life that is to remain but must be covered by all that this world has found to hold it down. This time is the proving grounds to the depths of souls that can mascaraed in the brightest of days. No hiding, no covering. Night folds within us. ARE YOU AWAKE?