HARSH AND TRUE: WAKEFUL NIGHT

I am the night that does not sleep.
I am the quiet hum of a mind still turning,
the pulse of thoughts that refuse to fade into the dark.
I hold the tension between shadow and light,
between restlessness and peace.
In me, dreams and reality blur—
I am the space where inspiration stirs,
where memories flicker like distant stars,
and where the heart stays awake,
listening to what the daylight could not hear.
I am not empty. I am full.
I am the wakeful night.