Nighttime is when the crazy comes.
Daytime is for my rational brain. The me that’s (for the most part) incessantly cheerful, bright, happy, grateful, even joyful sometimes. Give me a warm day with the sun shining down, windows wide open, happy music in my head, and all is well with the world. Negative things may happen, but they’re taken in stride. Bad thoughts are brushed away like nothing.
But at night, the crazy creeps in with the darkness. It doesn’t always appear, sometimes it lays dormant; a waiting beast, biding it’s time until a rabbit runs across it’s path. And when that rabbit, real or imaginary, passes by, the beast roars to life. Bad thoughts fester and the sane world fades to black. All that’s left is the rush and pounding of blood, the single minded intensity of a monster waiting to pounce, and a fading cry in my head to wait, think things through, don’t do anything crazy…
But the darkness is where the beast lives. And nighttime is when the crazy comes.
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