Night
Night.... Everything seems to be peaceful, everything seems to be alright. When the sky begins to glow, I begin dreaming. And when the sky darkens yet again, I wake up to a manufactured reality I had made for myself.
At night, nobody is around to disturb the fragile spell I had casted about myself. At night, within the limits of my own room, I am free to create any reality I could possibly conceive. With no one to remind me of who I am supposed to be, I can be anybody who I want to be. Covered by the mists, everything is good.
Yet, no good thing lasts, and as the sun rises, the mist disappears, and everything becomes as bleak as it should be. The almost-blinding light of the sun brings to full view all the defects and jarred edges of the world. The searing heat of the sun makes the soft protection of the mists meaningless. The overpowering light of the sun makes all candles of hope meaningless. The bewildering chaos of daytime destroys all sense of order, rendering even the most ingenious plan meaningless.
Yet somehow, the time will come when the skies will darken once more, and everything will become all good and peaceful once again, only to be rendered useless by sun once it rises again. This had already happened almost an infinite number of times already. It had happened before, and it will happen again, caught in a loop which one is powerless to stop.