It’s hard being a nocturnal creature who’s scared of the dark;
Blasting bubblegum pop music in my ears to block out the sounds of my fellow night dwellers
It’s unexpected, being a soft nighttime person
Who finds companionship with the moths and frogs and the flowers who bloom in the moonlight
But at the same time, I’m scared of the dark
Scared of the monsters and memories,
Who lurks in the shadows
Who waits for nightfall to curl their fingers around the doorframe
Because which are really the monsters, and who are just like me?
Misunderstood, nocturnal dwellers, hoping for a chance at communion in the dark
Sad, wide eyes searching
Long, spindly fingers grasping
How many of us are out there?
Unable to tell friend from foe
Because we’re so used to this lonesome paranoia. We seek to be free of it, yet it’s all we know
My nocturnal friend slowly pads behind me, a lazy shadow
Oversized paws, clumsy like a puppy waking up from a nap
Too large eyes that, at first, alarm you
Reminding you of their otherworldliness
But you soon find calming their slow blinks and dark irises grounding you when you meet their eyes
I am finding more comfort in my nocturnal friend
Finally, there’s less loneliness in my insomnia, a fellow being to take up space in the dark
The dark seems less scary with another to walk through it with
Life with Tzuri 
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