It caresses my brain with it’s peace and quiet
While I consume information like I would consume my diet
I bubble with ideas in this dark, but peaceful hour
My faintest sound travels far
Fear grabs me more during the night
For I fear evil creatures I will sight,
I still dwell in childhood tales
About creatures with wings and tails
My heart beats faster with each passing sound
Sometimes I even wonder if I am sound
I always pray
So that I won’t be a an evil creature’s prey.
I most times end up convincing myself that I am a man
But the night makes me more of a woman
I can’t get rid of the childhood stories
Even when I know they are fantasies.
Victor writes 