I don't know what it is that draws me to the night. All I know is that my soul seems to come alive when the sun goes down and my mind opens up the most during the blackest of nights.
I live in a world of headlights and 24-hour diners. When the streetlights come on and moon rises up above the trees, I finally am able to be myself as I truly am. I was born this way, I will die this way.
There's nothing for me in the daytime, just crowded streets, ringing phones and that hot, blaring sun beating down on me. I'd much rather move about when the world is quiet and nothing but the cool night air surrounds me. It sets me at peace.
At night, my body is quicker and stronger and my mind is sharper and clearer It's as if the blurring haze of the world has been removed. That's why I let the lights of the city be my guide and my keen understanding of the world keep me safe.
But for now at least I am forced to live the life of a day-dweller. Though the very blood in my veins craves my natural habitat, to eat and survive I must move about in daylight and try to put my mind to rest at night.
I get little sleep and less time to work. I feel as if I am forever dulled and wounded by this grave injustice. But somehow I shuffle awake in the morning and go about my business, just like everyone else.
But the time will come and soon when the natural flow of my life will reign supreme. I will set the times that are right for me and do what I must do to keep myself at 100%. I will do this because I have to, for my own sanity.
You see, I am a creature of the night and to do anything else would be a horrible mistake. Much like dulling the knife that cuts your steak, forcing me out in the daytime destroys the thing that makes me work and the thing that makes me so valuable, my mind.
Remember that future friends and companions, remember it well. If you wish to call on me, make it late, and if you want to know me as I truly am, meet me underneath the glowing streetlight, I'll be there when the moon is at it's highest.