The night

It is just this black..
A dark velvety blanket..
Which hides me from the world around..
This black enslaves a part of me..
As I stand beneath it..
It waits like this huge monster..
Not the bad kind..
Not all monsters r bad ..
This monster talks to me..
It talks abt light.. Abt how people dislike him and love the light..
Of how the tiny little twinkling stars..
So many of them..
Hide
When they see the bright glow..because they r scared of being burnt..
So they come out in the night..
Coz they like the shade ..
The stars like the shade.
You were the night to this star J..