Everything is Illuminated

She decided again that she'd stay awake until the early hours of the morning. She'd grown to love it. She would wait for the light of the sun to gradually and spectacularly illumine the world. For her, it's a cosmic experience, a feeling beyond explanation. It is an experience that can only be understood by the senses. The sound of the ticking clock emboldens her to accept the mystery bursting in little lights from the stars. Once, she refused to curl up in her bed. She sat behind her window and waited for hours as she watch everything change from darkness to life. She's pretty much content with that.

She began to feel enjoyment in her loneliness. These are the times that she's not trying to rise above the chaos, to pretend that she doesn't hurt. She had learned to accept the melancholy, though in some little aspects, she hated it. But right now, she wants nothing but to keep this habit. At the back of her mind, she knows that she's physically ailing herself but the other voice says that if she stops, she'll lose her substance that comes out only in these moments. Her true nature, the real workings of her heart and soul.

The silence of the night talks to her and she is bound to listen to the peace it would utter.  And as she sits here, her unguarded eyes seek the sights of the billows, and cosmos and the constellations and for once, she knows that everything is fine, nothing is hurt and everything will be illuminated.

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