Born to the Night
I’m going to tell you a story. I can’t guarantee you’ll like it. It won’t be earthshattering or dazzlingly beautiful and there probably won’t be a happy ending. But I hope in the end you’ll see a little grain of truth.
i. Most of the world is born to the sun. Bright and glowing warmth overflowing. They live for the day and dream in the fields of daisies. She was different. She was born to the dark side of the moon and her days were spent wandering through dried up riverbeds gathering the remnants of lives gone by.
ii. She rarely laughed. But when she did it was loud and splitting. The sound shook birds from the trees.
iii. She liked the night. Every job she ever had she worked the night shift standing in conveniences stores as zombie like people filed in for coffee and granola bars. Thus it goes without question that her greatest love in life would be the stars.
iv. She wanted to study astronomy. She made it through two years of university until reality took its toll and she dropped out. Maybe it was lack of funds, draining ambition, or lack of motivation. I do not know. That detail is not key to this story I give you.
v. I do know she picked up one day and left. No one heard from her again. After a while she stopped getting talked about at parties or mentioned by friends. Long enough had passed and finally no one knew who that girl in the photographs was. Dark eyed, raven haired looking long past with a stormy stare.
vi. Some say she went to the stormiest sea. Where the only thing there is black glass ocean and frightened feelings. Others say she took to eternal sleep in a riverbed. I figure she went to the place where she belonged. To a world of night where the stars and the dark side of the moon were one.