The Night Returns Me to Myself

All day, I belong to the noise- to hurried footsteps, unfinished conversations and hours that vanish before I can hold them. Then evening folds the sky, and the world slowly forgets my name. Silence finds me first. Not as an absence, but as a faithful companion that has been waiting all along. The clock speaks in gentle heartbeats, measuring not time, but the distance between who I was and who I become when no one is watching. The night asks nothing of me. It simply gathers the scattered fragments of my soul, wraps them in starlight, and reminds me that peace is not something to be found it is something that quietly returns. For the day teachers me how to survive, but the night teaches me how to belong to myself.