.                               *Opens the letter*

Dear Nights,

It's been a while since I've thought about it. Normally, for people, the cycle of day and night is insignificant contrary to bigger things, like their work and stuff. But it's been a while since I've really thought about how my nights are, were, and will be.  

There was a time when the concept of nights was fun, the days, the time of the day with no noise. The time of silence. The time to be one with your thoughts. The time of reliving? perhaps. Not all nights were the same. Some were tiring, some were hilarious, and some.... well they were great ( lowkey). I miss them. 

There's a sense of longing for such nights to come again.  Those nights when the calls never ended and the nights when  I slept pulling an all-nighter just for appearing exams the next day. 

But night... yeah, I'm talking to you. I know you're not a person but I wonder if you were. What else would you have for me? Of course, you can give me a lot still without being a person, but I wonder, how would you be if you were a person. That doesn't make any sense huh?  Probably sound like I'm nuts to even imagine that. But still what's wrong with filling yourself up with the non-existing concepts. I mean if you can provide me a sense of security, what could be so bad about it? 

I mean, is it even bad? or does anyone even think it's bad? or is it just me?

I make no sense, I realize that, and probably this is one of those just nonsensical letters I'd written to different weird concepts just blaming it or questioning it, just to pass time. or..... perhaps escape.

After all, when you can't think straight, the best thing to do Is pen it down, right? Or is it just a way to escape as well? Does writing even matter, to begin with? Does it even help? I wouldn't know. 

It's been a while since I wrote something worthy. Hell, even Emma is blank to bones right now. Pretty sure she might be fuming for ignoring her for almost a year and a half. 

Gosh, I feel so stupid right now.  

Or maybe lost? idk.

But well, I gotta look forward and talk about looking forward, things have changed though still remain the same. Stupid irony. 

I still look forward to you, Nights. I do. You give me a sense of security I can never find anywhere. Adding those up with the moon. I bet God was proud when he decided the moon could only have his glow up at night lol.  Imagine being smart for once. 

Oh yeah! Talking about the moon, I got a complaint.  Ever since I'm home, Moon and I are in a long-distance relationship lol. if you can even call it that. I mean, after all, someone needs to listen to my rants now, don't they? I miss my days when i could literally sleep on my hostel terrace just gazing at the lady in white. Sometimes crescent, sometimes full. Sometimes........ well sometimes arrogant as fuck. I mean who leaves their only companion and disappears.

Though I guess I'm taking my revenge on the lady in white. After all it's been a long time since I've spent time with her. Told her my secrets, and told her about my problems and the day. My dreams. My ambitions, my next project, my silly jokes, my fights, my arguments, my pain, my long list of people I want back. 

I guess things change when you leave a certain place huh?  I wonder why I even grew up. It's stupid, I can imagine myself lying on my hostel's terrace and spending my entire life there.  Wait! on second thought. I'd need some mosquito repellent.  Nevermind. 

I guess not my entire life, but every night. 

Yeah! that sounds about right.  I'm ranting at this point. Jeez! need'ta stop with these rants someday. 

But for now, i guess this blank page would have to bear the burden of my words, though I do wonder if they're even heavy. I feel so stupid. Gosh! I am stupid. 

I even forgot why I even started writing this letter. Yeah, this. well, this is just to show my appreciation cause nights have made me who I think I am. At least in a sense even though lately, nights haven't been the best. Imagine being a night owl and tired. 

Have I changed? I wonder.

But yeah, forever been grateful that there is the darkness that exists that resonates and probably demons and nights aren't really the ghosts but people eating on themselves, probably the inside darkness resonating to the outside, but well don't fret my friend. Lady in the white is always to rescue. 

Seriously, what a deadly combo. 

Perhaps, one day I'll be the same as before, with the same childish enthusiasm and without any walls, and someday I'll again resume telling the lady everything. 

So, don't turn on the lights, okay? even if you remember ( I bet Dumbledore gonna be mad).

Thanks again for being a little dark in this blinding world. 

Regards,

Ash

                                    ** closes the letter**

                                           ENVELOPE

                                       With regards.

                   To my dear night and lady in white.

             Address: you'd be blind if you didn't know. Idiot.