What am I, if not but your search to find me in your darkest hour when you are the farthest from eyes that see you…

Or am I that which you refuse to see, closing your eyes to the surrounding world hoping for the gift of invisibility as a means to escape…

… You thief of the night, attempting to steal your presence away from the world that you belong to not only because of what I am…

…desires from depth to surface, your dreams and nightmares… your prideful successes as well as your painful sins… the opiate of your happiness… the addiction of your sadness… Whether the day has come to an end, or you have simply chosen to let the lids of your eyes fall…

I am you… Embrace me in all aspects that I am and free yourself.