Night is when I think the most, when I do the most. When my mind, and the ones who speak to me within it, is the most active. While looked down upon, they are quite insightful beings. Even though they are most probably created of your own mind, perhaps they are more truthful to you than you are. Sure, at times they can be harsh, but they know you well. They know your fears, strengths, and weaknesses. They know how to build you up and how to break you down. They know what embarrasses you and what makes you tick. They can distract you, and sometimes they bring you down. However, other times they do the opposite, so really? How are they different than any other person you've encountered. Are they really?
Perhaps, they are just a lost soul, looking for some company. Feeling lonely, even in the middle of a crowd. Just as everyone is.
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The truth is bitter, and lies are alluringly sugary.
No wonder I've never been fond of sweet things.
-Flame-