I hate staying awake during the day.
Nowadays its simpler to just work at the night when the world sleep and I am aware of the dark cloak and space that hangs like a quilt across my nearby universe.
There is no need for pressure, it's like skilful ballet my fingertips glide among the keyboard that has put alphabets to the psyche within
I communicate with friends near and far this is my social life, my night life the erotic and chaste night watches with its velvet black body as my heart beat races and slows like my breathing
as I explore the canvas of dark yet cool and natural quiet.
The winter air is crisp now and its not stagnant its lungs appear when light does dawn and before that it breathes with me. Existing as me. Through frames. Fibres and wires. Across a cyberspace.
Across a real space that captivates my mind. The flowing electrolytes in me; the blood that clears out pathogens and clears into the art with its myogenic condition. My brain is now suited in this world of
night vision. I am awake early AM hours whisking on the dark that is the twilight of black and white monochrome but somehow directs a RGB focus into my "photosynthesis" and I cannot turn away. Like plants I am
taking oxygen at night. It feels odd but I feel closer to my nature brethren too.
I am a lygophile. I am also a photophile. The night has the moon shimmering in a canvas of her own. The night is like running water. I have become rheophilic in its basking, gushing flow of torridness and silence.
This paradox that makes me human makes him too we are both mortals in a bed called Earth.
Soon, dawn comes out. The light of winter is slightly red. Like blood mixed in water. Night is cut but it was weaving so its fine. No wounds. Soon it'll prick day too with a needle dark and white. I see the sun
poke out from a window. Like a child playing hide and seek it slowly comes out of the building; red, bright and so tinged. The trees feel the gasp of a fog.
Soon everything explodes in a sharp blast of white which outweighs the gold. It's a winter morning. In the tropics. The air feels refined and cold as if it were in an bowl of an ocean. I eat breakfast. I then
call in it a night.
I wake up in weak light day is fading but slumber is not.
I sleep again after moving around a bit.
When I wake up its almost 6PM
Light has gone. Its pricked by night.
I get up to start my day.▬