An Addiction To The Night

The still silence and the dark shadow that covers the earth, it fill your whole being. Nothing can be done wrong with the blanket of black sky and twinkling stars pulled over your shoulders. Its almost comforting and soothing, the lull of the crickets quiet chirping and the occasional hoot of an owl. Nothing can be taken from you as the darkness weaves it's way around and through you. Nothing can go wrong.
The night is an addiction worse than anything else in the world, for it is one that there is no medication for. There is no patch, no pill, nothing. Simply the comforting black waiting for you to run into it's arms. It helps you plan, and you work along side it. It encourges the aspects in you that no one else ever would. It encourages all the wrong things and make them seem so right.
That's why everyone sleeps.
They want to stay away from the loving carress of the night's dark hand to keep themselves as sane as possible. They instead bask in the torcherous glow of the suns rays, when the moon at night is lonely without one to love. Why don't we let if give us a hug for once?
The dark night sky is always there to listen to our problems and be there for us when we cry, while the bright blue sky of the day simply gives us the cold shoulder. When your emotions take over, the night is there to fill you up. Its there to take the emptiness away and throw it into the dark abyess of space that only it can access. It soothes you in a way that the sun's brightness would never be able to.
It pushes you forward, encouraging you to do things that you would never do knowing that the sun is staring you down the entire time, including all the thing you've been taught were wrong. The moon doesn't judge. The black doesn't judge. The stars don't judge. They all just smile back as you grin widely up at them.
It completments your actions, the dark ones that you have always wanted to do, but never could. It reflects in the blade in your hand as you do a deed that could lead you to death. Murder. Insanity. Darkness. The night simply drops these into the world, causing things to be pure chaos once in a while.
And addiction to the night can cause everything to go wrong, and yet it is so sweet that you would never want to let it go.
Is that so wrong?
It's the same as alcohol. Cigarettes. Drugs. Everything. Just different. It doesn't truely harm you, and yet you can end with the same fate as any other addictions.
An addiction to the night is dangerous, but so warm and comforting.
Why would you ever go to sleep and not get to witness the gentle hold of the night on your mind?