Hello to those who open the door to their hearts 🙂
I wanted to touch on the night with an improvised writing, hoping to reach your essence. If you have a place in the corners, maybe we can chat a bit.
For some, night is an escape; for others, a reunion; for some, a refuge; for others, excitement; and for some, pain.
The soul and mind, molded by the crowd, yearn for tranquility. For me, night is my formation with myself. A solitary dive into my depths. Sitting in silence. Just staying quiet.
The joy and sorrow of the night are special, at least it seems that way to me. But is the day like that? It’s obvious.
Night carries pearls within. People fall into the hope of searching. Some dare and seek that pearl 🙂 maybe they find it, maybe they don’t. One night, that pearl shines.
But the reason for its shine changes every night. As I said, perhaps one touches the brightest sorrow, or maybe the most peaceful moments.
Perhaps to oneself, to that pearl within.
But during the day… who falls into the rush for pearls? The account is always postponed to the night.
I say, I wish it were possible to ask those whose eyes meet my words, one by one.
To say: What is the night for you? Have you ever touched the pearl?
✨🌚
December 8, 2022
