The most difficult part of a day is the night. If it isn’t for everyone; then I would consider myself as an exception. Alas, there wasn’t anything to be proud of it, for one has to fight a steady scuffle every single day throughout the life to overcome the deadly depression and agonizing anxiety.
It’s a trauma where one dies and revives in the head for countless time—often world gets destroyed in the worldly imaginations.
However, there is a special peace in the darkness of night that many a time would be soothing and relaxing. Night brings sinning leisure with all the seducing tactics it pulls to mesmerising the vulnerable.
The deadly darkness, solitude, and silence spread an enlightening essence in the environment that I could not help myself from contemplating and ove
