The Night with Fear

Walking around.. A stone in hand and pondering everything moment of my walk in the blackness of the still night. The only sounds are bugs and the occasional movement of limbs in the dark by some unknown critter. I look up in the night sky and see a vast expanse of shimmiering stars and think of my place on this little world within this tiny existance of my life. I am just a small component I think of such a huge universe but my brain tells me otherwise and wants me to believe there is more to my life.

A bit of fear overcomes me because of the quiet stillness of the night. It is so dark out it makes me think of the possibilities of what death will be like when that time visits me (hopefully many years from now). It makes me realize death in a way symbolizes the slumber of death.. Death is like the night because it is the period that a still will overcome us and fear will rightfully be with us. However, we always know after the night a light will soon come we just have to be patient for it to come over our horizon.