The night is beautiful. Night is pure, the darkness that surrounds us reveals our most inner thoughts and feelings. We become naked during the night, that's when people usually make love, and also, that's when people get killed.
Anything ever worth reading has been written during the night because that's when our ideas, creativity, sincerity and sensitivity lose their numbness. That's when we are comfortable, when we let our words flow, when we let ourselves ruled by our emotions, when we act instinctively, that's when we actually lose track of time and allow ourselves to feel our feelings, to share our deepest thoughts, to be restless or to find our peace.
Darkness, the one that watches you while you're drowning yourself into a sea of silence, profound, unbreakable silence, the one that protects you and helps you to find yourself...Night is when strange things happen, when the stars fall, when the spirits are free, when dreams become our only reality, when poems are written and songs are sung, when eyes are closed, when people make love and when people get killed.