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Dark nights

I wonder why people are so scared of the night, perhaps it's because of the tales told to us when we are young about what creeps in the dark. However the night possesses something only the dark sky brings. A sense of security to those who aren't like the rest. To those who see it's darkness and look at it with beauty and captivation. Who use the dark canvas as a place for their imagination to run wild, for the dark brings greater appreciation to the light. Where thoughts can go uninterrupted if you're brave enough to embrace them. 
It's understandable though as to why people fear the night and the shadows the night brings. They fear the darkness within and have yet to understand it, so it manifests into the fear of the night. The mind changes a simple shadow to a monster just as in the daytime a small problem becomes a mess or their own personal monster. They have yet to meet the demons within and understand- understand that what they look at is not what it seems. To see that the mind plays tricks and all this time they've been to afraid to pull back the curtain and see who's running the show. Only running but never getting to the root of the problem. To those who fear the night you have yet to understand the beauty and power it possesses, for a light shines brightest in a dark room. 

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