Evening is always so beautiful to me. I love watching the moon and stars come out. My dream someday is to watch the bewitching light show known as the northern lights.
Why is it then that nights are so hard to go through? It's like all the problems of the day seem larger and the deep longings of your heart come out. Dreams are supposed to be your innermost thoughts and your brain trying to make sense of all the disconnected things we do everyday. But it all seems so real in the dark. Fears haunt, dreams lerk, reality laughs.
