Darkness falls and I have no where to hide.

Someone once told me that everything goes colorless when the dark falls upon it. Light = color. Color = beauty. But beauty does not always = color. I find beauty in the night. Although, darkness is an illusion. I cannot always tell the difference between what is real and what is the shadows playing tricks on me. I know they laugh at me. I can never figure it out. Everything's distorted at this hour and I can't find my way around my own house. The color's gone. The illusions are turned on. Where to go?

Heart without a home.

xo.