The candles are lit. Peter Broderick is playing.?Everything is so so silent.
It is past midnight. This time of the day which brings out feeling and creativity. That sparkles the heart to take command of the mind and bring out that which is hidden in broad daylight.
I am a vampire that needs it blood. Staying away from the rays of the sun, basking in the rays of darkness that can be hinted beyond the light of the candles.
It can easily be misunderstood for sadness or depression, but it’s not. It is a kind of beauty often overlooked by those who only look for the brightest of smiles used as a mask to hide the real pain within. This is an upside down world, where what looks like pain is a mellow happiness and that which looks so desirable is a mess of unknown depth.
I guess we all know both of them, more or less.
