Wanderers of the night

As far as life is concerned, I've found a new one recently. It actually seems that the change of situation has unraveled a parallel universe for me. A universe where you lose track of time, where the day actually begins when the sun goes down and there's a curtain shielding your mind from unwanted and disturbing thoughts.

Every day is a new day, although you never know which day it is. You're not concerned about the day, the time, you're just an endless wanderer of the night. Post 3 am the entire world around you goes slow mo, it actually feels like you're on drugs. You can play a Ghazal and can actually hear your thoughts whispering out to you.

For normal perspectives, night shifts are bad, inconvenient, harmful. But it's actually something beautiful altogether. The world may follow its make-believe "Rise and shine" routine, starting out with expectations and coming back with none. But we wanderers of the night, don't have any expectations. The truthful night talks to us in silence. We just engross ourselves in its beauty, away from time, space and miseries of a normal life.