Night is not a comfort nor an ally, but a mirror
In the night when all sounds diminish
When the only music that fills the dark is the one of your own thoughts
Then and only then in the mirror the true image of your soul is revealed.
Hold it, watch it, but without any fear
As to walk on we must admit the burden we carry, the scars we collect the wounds that still ache.
To deny the broken pieces of our soul,
Is to deny our very existence.
As all life is based on one ugly truth,
We are all flawed.