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Monday, May 3, 2010

Night V.S Day

A drip of water is amplified to its full potential as it stops you, taking you away from what you were doing. Your pupils expand for a more comprehensible sight. Branches from the bushes tear the glass on the window apart. The wind along with thunder, thrash and shake the house. Rain floods the roof of the house until it crashes to the ground below. You cower under the covers, hidden in the deepest part of your bed, waiting for a reassuring calm to befall you. Your heart slams against the inside of your chest, beating in a radical fashion as blood surges through your swelling veins. The floor whines in pain as the growing footsteps close in on you. You hold your breath until your lungs explode, imagining the evil that would soon engulf your being. You are not religious, yet, you cry out to a god anyway. What is it about the bumps in the night?

A drip of water is barely noticed as you continue going about your business. Your eyes squint to see the clock on the wall. The simple branches from the bushes tap the glass on the window making whispers that are almost inaudible. Wind gently rustles the trees as the occasional rumble of thunder is known in the distance. A light drizzle floats to the ground after tenderly sprinkling the roof. You cuddle up in a blanket, awaiting a loved one to return home. Your heart effortlessly graces the inside of your chest as blood is guided through your sensitive veins. The floor alerts you with happiness as the growing footsteps draw near you. You inhale with relaxation while you imagine the smiling face of your child that would soon be in your presence. You are not religious, yet, you thank God for the joy in your life. What is it about a beautiful day?
Nothing has changed, you are still the same person; however, you always fear the night. It is the tales that drives your imagination into a frenzy? Is it the knowledge that there is something greater than you, possessing power to condemn you that allows you to favor the day time? Why do you compare the shadows of night with the lucid corners of the day? Does the lack of sight compel your other senses into panic, or does the clarity of sight wane your senses into tranquility? Do you associate the horrors of the media with your phobia of night, or are you influenced by the security that accompanies your ability to see your surroundings? Why indeed?
The night is the same as the day. They are both under control by time, people are the same inhumane animals at any time of the day or night, and they both serve a useful purpose for matters of the law. If you see a man walking in the late hours of the night, you think he is mischievous; however, if you see the same man walking during the day, you assume he is just walking for his health.
People are creatures of habit, they will continue to fear the night and hold day time with a higher authority. If you just listen to the bumps in the night and in the light noises of the day you will find that night and day are one in the same, in that they are both nothing without the meanings you give them.

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