Night skies

I realize tonight that the sky is much brighter than it was when I was smaller. When I used to watch the sky back then, it was black. I was always amazed at how dark it could be, and how deep and endless darkness always seemed. There were so many points of light in that darkness. And tonight, the sky was blue and bright. The stars are dead in it.

I'm glad you can still confide in me. I'm glad my eyes can still see you all as you are.

I was under the impression that winter break was very long, and that three weeks would be enough time to see everyone. But everyone is slipping from me. I know that I like isolation, but I miss them. ... It's a bit disappointing too that even when I do find them, they annoy me with how they all seem to fit the molds of all other new college students. All my high school friends come together again with new stories about their respective schools, and it annoys me.

But when they're alone, when I can talk to them as they really are, I love them.

And it seems so odd, being this way.

So here it falls, once again. A cloak of pensive night, dark as ever. I find myself as I have always been, hidden away.

Once again, I see that the colors never bled away. They are here, and this time not glorious as they are in day light, but deep and dark and rich as only the night can offer.

Sweet dreams.