Mindsets define the length of the night I live. It is too short, when I want to relax. It is too long if I cannot sleep.
The Sun moves away to light up another part of the world, but I’m unable to switch off the several artificial suns (sources of light) that we have created outside us. They are just outside my window in the street lamps, in the neon screen casting its reflection on my bed and in the blinking of my phone.
I want to recreate dark comfort of the womb, but life does not let me do it. It limits sleeping hours, cajoles me into waking up to take up a fresh challenge and ejects me right into the battlefield.
I will find that dark comfort again – at the end of life, in the arms of death.
nights never end
just go into hiding
to emerge again