Dark.

The night has always been the best time to write.
There’s always been something comforting, yet troubling about the dark. Like a late night, deep thought, expose all secrets, chat with old friends. Yet you’re on your own.
Thoughts turn into feelings and emptiness and sleepy thoughts that wouldn’t come to life in the light.
Things that have been begging to crawl out of the hole in your head since they were put there subconsciously.
Things that make you ache in the day, but you could never pin point with the sun still shining.
Things that may have been instilled so subtly, but grow into monsters at night.

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[John the Baptist]

The subconscious is indeed the night of the mind. As the poet states, ideas born in the subconscious struggle to emerge into the daylight, the conscious mind. And, as the last line indicates, when those things finally do come out, sometimes they are monsters.

[PaintedBirdy]

i love this. monsters that grow at night. it's those thoughts that "ache in the day" because of the sun. i think dark thoughts need be expressed. it's the definition of cathartic! you're awesome!