Dreamweaver 011 - Reflections.

The young man returned to his home as he would when much time had passed through night.
The streets emptied, the birds asleep.
Through all these signs of inactivity he found the world at its fullest.
Strip away all that made it seem lively, one would come to understand what is liveliness in the first place.

He sat at his table, as he normally would. Lit a cigarette, as he normally do.
Another long day, he thought, as he poured himself a drink.

The young man and his drink held a special bond together. Without it, his mind would fluctuate much too quickly to find comfort in the moonlight. Without his inner silence he would not have heard the whispers in the night wind- the soothing, gentle lullaby. Sometimes it just takes his breath away, when on other nights its a siren of warning.

The silence, darkness and cold of the night makes one reach a degree of loneliness no child had ever thought possible. We fear it. One would need to embrace the elements. Conquer one's own fears. Only then can one begin to find comfort in their fears.

He sat in silence, and kept his senses open, as he had done since the beginning.

The absence of light was not the one that made him lonely- sunlight made it seem as if he was not.
The cold was not the one that made him lost and confused- warmth made it seem as though he was not.
The night winds however, had always whispered their words of encouragement.
"You won't understand the truth by living a life depending on the false" they breezed.