Own The Night

Has the night ever taken you? Has it ever stolen that shy, insecure you and traded it for someone incredible, invincible, and infinite? And you frolic and dance in this new, glamorous skin until the taste of the relentless morning wakes you, only to find that the night has reclaimed what was inevitably never yours to play with. You feel cheated. You feel that you somehow allowed that dark, slippery, sly thief strip you clean of that shameless persona you thought was yours to keep.
 
The night is cunningly and magnificently powerful. There are some who are fully aware of its force and saunter on into its grimy clutches; drinking, howling, and waiting to be swept completely away.  I, on the other hand, have learned to guard myself  (kind of). I like to think that I have the strength and poise to fight what so many have been defeated by. I like to think that I’m different, as I gloss my lips and slip into my curve-hugging skirt. I understand the hazards and willingly gamble with the night. I make playful little bets. Just watch me slip away from your menacing touch! The hangover the next morning is only a small token of my usual defeat. Another futile attempt to conquer the unconquerable.
 
I’ve come to learn that the most beautiful nights are the ones where there are absolutely no risks involved. The ones where I am in control. The ones where I have a sturdy hand interlaced in mine, a book lying snug on my lap, or a colored pencil drawing feverishly in my sketchbook. Those are the moments where I can hold on tightly to myself and not bother with that empty shell the night eagerly wants to dress me in. I’ve found comfort in the simple things, with all of their guileless splendor. And I’ve waken to many wonderful mornings filled with no regrets and the satisfaction of knowing that the night isn't such a tough opponent after all. 
 
“Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is” – Bright Eyes