Every night a beast awaits his turn.
To be engulfed into the darkness that the nights brings in with her. It’s a story unheard off. A silence so musical like that of the rhythmic breath.
He’s not someone can know or knows off. A beast, a creature who partners the night. Never to be seen in the daylight. There’s a certain mysteriousness that is felt with him.
It’s a conversation that the night romances with the beast. Cruelty he shows, but the night even more ruthless can be, shall leave him alone at dawn.
He’s a child the night can father, a lover the night could hate, a beast in all true sense; he’s just a night the night forgave.

A little bit..

It’s a little bit of craziness that lets me be on my own today.
A little bit of you makes it perfect.
I’ve never needed you around. Rather maybe I’ve loved my own mysterious ways so much that I would hate to show them to you.
Maybe I’m never going to be face to face with you. Or maybe I don’t ever want to be face to face with you. Reasons maybe many. But answers are just never known.
I don’t know where you come from, who you are, what you do or what would you do next. And this is just I always needed. A perfect stranger.
Everyone needs a crazy little side. Something to hide. Something to fear. Someone who you can be shameless, fearless, happy, angry or even a person you never know. Someone who completes just a little bit of me. Someone who knows just a little bit about me.
Maybe that little bit is you.

So like an everyday a today started. So many people, so many stories, so many moments and even more emotions. And then there was a story about me. A someone I had never seen. Stranger. I found myself so different everyday. A mirrored image of me I see in strangers. I live with a stranger every new day. It must change or it shall be a silent death of an unknown. I forget why I say so. But it must change.

I must be happy, or I couldnt have survived. I cant let go. Memories with a certain stranger make me stronger every day.