The night need not be full of terrors.

When I’m in a room I can hear them in the creaking aluminium and between my heartbeats

It is then that I open my window and stare into the darkness, its vastness and serenity everything as if injected into my veins.

In darkness there is no boundary and no reference points, no reminders of past or future; dripping from rooftops or pooling around streetlamps it negates everything, the blank spaces waiting to be written with whatever reality you desire.

Before closing the window I make the sounds of distant traffic to be the waves of a different ocean crashing to land.

Perhaps sleep will be easier, now.

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