"When the world falls silent at night, my mind and I begin to make noise. The night knows me more than people do, for it is the one who sees my face without masks, and the one who hears my thoughts and contradictions without me ever speaking them." Let me take you with me on a short journey inside my cursed mind .. At first, I lie on my bed thinking that I will fall asleep quickly because I'm exhausted and my energy has run out, but the truth is completely the opposite .. At that very moment when I start closing my eyes thinking that I'll soon fall into a deep sleep “or so I imagine”, my mind begins to take me to its world, full of darkness and painful memories. Sometimes I feel it says to me: “Look at those who promised to stay and left, look at those whom you trusted with your heart and they betrayed it, look at me; I'm here suffering every day because of you and your foolish actions.” When everything overflows inside me and I see that no place suits me — not even my bed .. I rise to drown in the moonlight, in its calmness that looks nothing like my noise and inner chaos. I look at it and wonder: Are you really as peaceful as you seem, O moon? Are you truly this calm and still? Don't you have something you're trying to hide behind that calm and quiet mask, just like we humans do? Sometimes I used to feel that the night was my enemy, the thing I feared the most in my life .. but the truth showed the opposite. I discovered that the night is the one who holds me in my weakness, the one who stands beside me when no one else does. The night always understands me without words, the night knows me more than I do, the night resembles me a lot; it seems from the outside very calm, but behind that mask there are so many things hidden deep inside things that only we understand. The night is the best friend, but only for the one who needs it and knows its value. The night is a hidden treasure beneath a quiet black cloak. On one of those silent nights .. my thoughts betrayed me and lit inside me the longing for memories of the past, I remembered then that I still keep some things from that time. I started flipping through this, opening that, until my eyes fell upon two small papers, One carried a confession of jealousy, and the other an admission of attachment that grew day after day. When I read them, I remembered what once was, I remembered a promise of staying, of sacrifice, of fighting wars for me if needed. My eyes overflowed with tears, my heart cried, every inch of my body cried. I realized then that what passes never returns, I realized that I held on to things that were never mine from the beginning, I realized that nothing will stay by my side and comfort me through every hardship — except the night and its moon. Since that night, I realized that the darkness of night is the mirror where I see myself more clearly. I made peace with the night, and it became closer to me than myself. I started waiting for the day to end so I could escape into the night and its stillness. I became the moon that lights my night without needing anyone to keep me company. The night taught me not to run from my pain, but to hold it until it calms. The night .. my closest friend. 🌙