As the darkness arrives each and every evening, I feel alive and happy.. but during the day I feel rather less chappy.
The infectious sound of jazz creeps out from the drafts of the bar door into my very ears as I pass. Its night atlas.
The City lights Dazzle me as I gaze up at the buildings.. and think to myself, this is what the day is missing.
Everything that seems to happen becomes just a little much better... I feel like a king at night... But neutral by day.
The night gives me joy and comfort, I don't know where I'll be without it. Perhaps sad and miserable ? or lost and confused, dull and torn up.. Spiritually abused. I honestly would not know where to begin, for me just the thought is a dreadful sin.
To sleep to the sun and to wake up to the same, I would loose my mind & go more insane.
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Armand Slayer
Hello there! I'm Armand Slayer, and I've been on a writing journey since I was 15 years old. Writing has been a constant companion in my life, guiding me through moments of introspection and emotional exploration.
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