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CHILD OF THE NIGHT
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name samar
meaning "evening conversation" in arabic
greatest fear in five words:
I WILL FOREVER BE SEPERATED
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My conversations with the night fill me with an eerie sense of love
and dread. The stars tell me stories of their adventures between the
darkness and light, adventures that I shall never share. The moon greets
me and wishes me to join him in the sky, a journey I will never be able
to take. The planets swarm around my head and ask me to dance with
them, to continue to chase away the sun and embrace them. I want to.
I feel the urge, a craving that starts at my tips and consumes me.
I am a child of the night, a man of the stars, a creature born from the moon.
And yet, I’ll never be able to join them. I am forever stuck in this perpetual
state of separation. But I talk to you, I share secrets with you, secrets no one
else would understand. Here, in the night, there is no judgment. There is no
shinning sun that burns you to your core, makes your transparent for all to
judge. In the night, I dissipate, I become one with my surroundings and I
become one with you: darkness.
As long as the night comes, I will never be alone. I will never be judged, I
will never be isolated, I will never be discouraged. The sun is cruel to those
like me and others cannot understand that. But you do, Night, you accept me.
You, Night, are the only one that understands who I truly are. You are the
only one that will forever love me, forever be with me. But I’ll never be able
to stay with you, because the morning comes and again I become transparent
and again my flaws show and again I am judged. You are my only friend and
we are forever separated.
Night, how is it possible for our conversations to make me feel so loved and
so alone?