Mystical dark

A quiet dark that swallows my vigor, bringing melancholy all over my soul, still like an universe in the midnight, with thousands of stars twinkling around, I suppose i am one of them, chosen by this dark, with coats of its element glued on my skin, completely tangled and shattered all the day, magnetized, I end up levitating around, helpless similar to those stars, they might always dream of landing, as breaking the tail hurts. They may dream of being a moon, shining up all day and night. Calm and breezy enough to ignore the silence of this dark. The dark night has made the wind freeze. Like it freezes my soul, bewitching and captivating my whole. I want to run and hide behind the brightest part of the day, never to be seen by this dark. Longing to hear the chirps of the bird, feel the wind that dries my soaked soul, untie the knot of fears that my heart holds and, feel the sigh of relief letting the glue go, Throw it away, lightening my soul. Wishing, when it comes the other day, I could watch it and not be bewitched by its glow.