Life of a Nyctophile ❤️‍🔥

Striving to pass the day, Looking for the night to come, Getting the way, Sneaking into her unconquered territory, taking her diary she did hide from the world, and writing deep poetry,🥀 sleep taking over her making her vision blurred, It's time to sleep but she wouldn't, because she is addicted to working in the darkness, she loves the solace,❤️ she admires the quietness, she remains at the place, until her eyes become glassy, she then realises its going to be morning, she goes to bed just before the sky becomes brassy 👤