Bedtime Black

I am a nocturnal writer. a solitary writer. Nighttime is my time.

Inspiration sets in when the sun sets out – when the sky turns a haunting shade of black. A bedtime black.

Like a perched owl within the dark forest looking for its prey, I embark on a midnight journey of writing – hunting for my nocturnal words. They are out there, waiting to be plucked like stars off the night sky, like silvery leaves off the sleeping trees, like glistening waves off the shadowy sea. They are out there *silent* but there.

in the oddness of the black hours, thinking through my thoughts and preying on my words, the writer and the critic emerge.ย They contrast, they compare, they clash, they concur. A moment absolutely satiating… and the lingering bliss of it all.

โ€œThe maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.โ€ ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dee Written by:

Just another writeher who revels in the magic of words and the simple things of life. I want to just be and discover the secret of the stars, catch floating clouds, feel raindrops fall, watch distant lights, learn to soar and touch your soul...


    • August 3, 2017

      Yay! ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. August 2, 2017

    This piece of writing is kick ass, inspiring and incredible. Super love ๐Ÿ™‚

    • August 3, 2017

      You are being too kind. But thank you! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. August 8, 2017

    Quite deep..well I guess being nocturnal makes one so! ?

    • August 8, 2017

      Haha… not too sure about that ๐Ÿ™‚

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