The apartment has become quiet and dark. It is the time I have been waiting for all day. It is now just me, alone at the corner of the room, hearing noises from outside the window.
Perfect time and perfect moment.
It is just me. I own me. I've become fully me. I don't have to divide my time, thoughts, energy, attention and presence with... the chores. There is no need to feed the dog (she is already sleeping), no dishes to wash (they are already washed), no tables or windows to clean (they have been cleaned), no carpet needs to be vacuumed or no tubs, sink or toilet to be scrubbed (they too have been cleaned).
At night I became a free person.
At night I am not a somebody's child. Not chained with responsibilities. Not tied in any commitment. No expectations. No boundaries.
I am free to become fully myself and so the ideas, imaginations and creativities come to life.
I dance with my ideas and running wild with my imaginations. Together we create creativity through my fingers on the keyboard of my laptop or on my phone. They became a creation of arts and they are all beautiful in my view.
I spend hour after hour with them. Never regret it though I have to pay a price for staying up until wee hour.
But I have no regret.
Because there were times in the past when night time came and ended so short. Tiredness silenced the friends in my head. They refused to come outside when my body and mind were drained from the day's responsibilities. They whispered softly as I drifted into darkness but they wouldn't come out.
Those were the times when night time became nothing but a routine, and sometimes it appeared dreadful.
Two years have already passed. During those time I have found myself, I have restored things that was once broken, I discovered so many valuable things and those three friends who live in my head have found their freedom.
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