BLOG – PlART 4The Night as a ConfessorNight has always been humanity’s oldest confessor.In daylight, we explain ourselves.In darkness, we reveal ourselves.When the anklet sounded, the night listened to my desire.When the voice followed, the night witnessed my doubt.Darkness does not judge attraction.It only amplifies it.Every echo stretched longer than it should
BLOG – PlART 4 The Night as a Confessor Night has always been humanity’s oldest confessor. In daylight, we explain ourselves. In darkness, we reveal ourselves. When the anklet sounded, the night listened to my desire. When the voice followed, the night witnessed my doubt. Darkness does not judge attraction. It only amplifies it. Every echo stretched longer than it should have. Every pause felt intentional. The silence between steps was heavier than the steps themselves. I realized something unsettling then: I was not afraid of you moving closer. I was afraid of myself moving toward you. The night exposes the direction of our longing. Why Mystery Feels Safer Than Truth Mystery is flexible. Truth is rigid. As long as you were only sound, you could be anything— gentle, kind, familiar, loving. The unknown allowed hope to breathe. But truth narrows possibility. Your voice placed limits on imagination. It introduced edges. And edges can cut. This is why people often fall in love ...