(This is an old little something. I’m gonna post it in 6 parts, as often as I feel like.)
Let me tell you about eternal nights, evenings of the strangest wonder and most rare temptation.
Let me fill your head with all of the sweet visions which are lost to so many in their hurried way of never noticing. I could start with the moon; the cold, frozen, icy moon. That’s always a nice start. Or I could describe the breeze, never steady in either temperature or rhythm. It’s like a touch, an odd embrace. Still, maybe I should start with the grass. Oh yes, the grass is beautiful at night. It doesn’t need the sun painting it green to be beautiful. Sometimes i weep when I touch the grass at night. For the moment, it’s all mine. I see a beauty in it no one else bothered to see. It holds me at night, pillows my head, teases my face. In the day, others will see it. They’ll see its beauty. Well, part of its beauty. And my sweet nighttime grass, it will love them instead. It will cushion their picnics and show tender kindness to their childrens’ bare feet. It will sway in their backyards and shout of its beauty to everyone. Like everything else I’ve met in my eternal nights, which I cared for, it will leave me. And my nights will be altered again. They’ll be even lonlier. Imagine losing even the grass. The only thing eternal about these evenings is me. The strangest wonder is, “How long is eternity?”. The most rare temptation? Giving up on these nocturnal passions. Stepping out into the sun and opening my eyes for the first time. Looking full-face at the world I’ve been hiding from and trying to remember why. But I know I won’t. My name is Remy. I hide in the dark.