Night Writer

it's easier to speak of the things we keep hidden in the dark when it's nighttime.  because everything is cast in an inky twilight.  the comfort of black skies, and the barest of illuminations written among the stars, allow an openness not found in the day.  under the harsh light and microscopes. 

we are away from the scrutiny, the judgement. 

whispers only meant to be heard when the world turns to shadow.  soft.  gentle.  soothing.

a greater peace can be found when there is nowhere to look.