The Midnight Mystery.

Why is it that the things you want to say at night,
The words you managed to put together to finally say what you needed to,
Seem no more important when the day sinks in
And the words seem to have lost their ways to a perfect sentence to spill out through your mouth and lighten your heart ?

The night where you hold your most genuine feelings,
Seem equally bizarre as the sun shows up.

The things you felt so passionately about,
Things you finally mustered up the courage to share with someone,
Appear to be as unimportant as the feelings of the minuscule creature you could kill.

Why does the darkness seem to give you courage,
when the light is entitled to do just that ?

Why is it that the night brings with it all the emotions you could attach with every thought of yours,
And the day seems to shove all those emotions back into a black box never to be revealed.

Is the darkness like being drunk ?
Taking away the consciousness but giving you the courage to speak your mind.
And is the day like a hangover ?
Where you'd hold your head in dismay afraid if you opened up your heart to someone when you shouldn't have.

Why do your deepest thoughts shared at night start making you feel more and more exposed as the day kicks in ?
Is it a fear of appearing vulnerable that the day brings with it ?
Why does it feel like the thoughts shared at night would be forgotten past a good nights sleep
And the same spoken during the day were bound to give you chills ?

What mystery does the darkness hold that makes you feel fearless about sharing your feelings,
And what consternation does the day bring with it that makes you shut off, lock and throw away the keys to the box of your emotions ?

Why does the night feel like a close friend ready to listen to the words engraved on the walls of your heart,
While the day seems like someone who'd laugh at your face if you opened up to them ?