In your peace, quiet and the purest of serenities, your soul has its comfort home. With its haven it will guide you to search for that comfort.
In that state of mind, what makes us the happiest, is the things in the world we find most beautiful. Sometimes almost unattainable.
At night, the cooling crisp comfort of its dark atmosphere and somewhat subtly serene setting, I connect with its ether, feeling the energy smoothly blanket myself.
This was my escape, my journey and my only connection to the powers I hold.
It almost felt as if my day bright skin flushed out of me.
I was more creative at night, more intuitive at night, more stronger by night.
What was it that made me feel so holy?
My fascination with the horrors and evils of the world?
My thirst fort the truth of this planet
The constant curiosity for the unknown
the cravings of the other side
In Phoenix, one of the hottest cities in the country,
somehow knew how to still cast a curtain of bliss over the nitescape.
The cloudless skies and bright stars,
the quietness of the ether.
To be nocturnal, is to know the nature of the realm,
not to nurture it.
Being a part of your quite haven is an experience,
not to be ungrateful for.
My nights fill my entire souls center
and the days dimmer the frost in rotation