Stealing back time

Hello midnight letters hive community. As a night crawler, I didn't hesitate to subscribe to this community when I came across it. I'm glad I did, and will be happy to share my midnight experiences with you all.

You're probably wondering why I stay up at night, or why I called myself a night crawler right??

So…. Here's it,

To most people, midnight has a way of feeling alive, even when the world sleeps. The streets grow quiet, the noise of the day dissolves, and silence spreads itself like a blanket across everything.

But for me, midnight is never just silence. It's like a spark, that's the moment I return to myself.

As someone that loves to read, what I basically do with my nights is reading and thinking.

When I open a book at midnight, I don’t just read. I enter worlds. Every word feels sharper, every story more alive, as if the quiet makes room for them to breathe inside of me.

And then, there are the ideas. They come like they've waited for midnight to come so they can speak. They come so softly, no rush, and then they keep growing.

Midnight is not wasted on me. It is my workshop, my library, my hidden studio of thought. While others rest, I gather what the day has scattered, knowledge, creativity, and piece them together into something whole.

This is what it means, for me, to steal back time, the night is not for emptiness, but for filling. To let words and ideas shape the silence into something lasting. Midnight does not belong to weariness, it belongs to growth.

Image was taken months ago,one of the days I literally stayed iall night

Shalom