Look Westward
Day, it is the day where I hide myself
Light reaches for every dark spot, nothing to hide
Talks are short, superficial, lacks any personal substance
Talks are loud, ornamental, giving no inclination in anything
Its where proximity and hostility meet at intersecting lines
Night, night is where intimacy is seen
Darkness may seem unsettling but I find it a comfort
Talks are long, private, holds characterics and meanings
Talks are soft, simple, giving my entire heart for everything
Distance is eradicated and bodies are situated at parallel lines
Under the cover of mysterious black do I reveal myself
till daylight comes, so one covers themself.