“Noctis” Fiction. Based on a True Acceptance of the Night

“Real power is the ability to change something or someone, but the greatest power is indeed love.” –Drue Metz

“Noctis”

Fiction. Based on a True Acceptance of the Night

By K.E.A

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional

Night carries a negative connotation to it. Nothing good happens after midnight. Joy comes in the morning after the long darkness. We wait for things to go bump in the night. It’s a time when the mind begins to feed on anxiety and nightmares prowl.

Darkness is the entity that consumes and swallows. In the dead of night is when fear reigns and strikes. It marks the end of the day, and for some, the end of so much more.

You know what terrors the night has brought. What it can do to make you fear it. There have been many nights soaked in tears. Nights filled with existential dread.

But night also brings relief. The dark shroud welcomes you to much-needed rest. It cools the tempers of the day, eases the weight of daylight hours. It offers a brief respite. Often it stokes the fires of creativity and words flow in the thousands like tiny stars. There is a quiet stillness that comes when the world sleeps, a breath of relief. It’s sometimes easier to see the stark problems of the waking hours against the blackish indigo backdrop. Dreams can bring joy. You can experience rest.

Moonlit earth reveals a different shade of beauty that the sun can’t achieve. Stars map out the expanse of space otherwise missed by the endless sea of azure sky. Some things can only be seen at night. You have felt both the terrors and joys of the night, the relief and the dread. You prefer the night rather than the day. The darkness calms and you can hide away from the harsh truths of daytime. You prefer to work through your problems under the shroud of black rather under the stark light of the sun. You can hide tears easier at night.

Still, it can’t last forever, either a good thing or a bad thing. It dawns and sets as each day does. You must face the day armed with the lessons learned in the dark. Day and night, always two sides of a coin of life, and eventually the sun must rise.

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