starry night.
oddly enough, i‘d never been a night sky kind of person. i preferred the day, where everything was basked in light and people were lively. where the world felt open and welcoming. this was quite an oddity, as a night sky was apparently much more preferable than the brightly-lit one in which i would rather sit. i did not see what was so desirable about a dark canvas without adornment. it’s as if we were all plunged in the darkness of a box. uncomfortable. restricted. in all truthfulness, i did not as much enjoy the day as much as i simply squirmed in discomfort at the thought of the night.
