The time to rise

It is the time when all things crawl and time goes slow. Celebrate the night with an extra hour of your favorite indulgence. You feel the wind whip up and call your name to the darkness....don't be afraid. This a the prelude to the aria. The cacophony of screams, aren't what you think, it's the pleasure tonight over the pain. Hiding your face from your life and the real evils of the world, work and stress and the daily grind. You hide yourself away in preperation to start again without the pain of worry, without the pain of guilt. Time to harvest the pleasure let it rise up into you and enjoy the moment. They can't find you tonight cause your hidden, but I can see to your bone, your every thought, everything you want to be but are too afraid to be.

Let it out for tomorrow will be the apex of all things. The warm-up has begun, and the extra hour is just a sign, giving you the momentum to finish off. The cold will roll in too soon, and the winter will begin, but it is time now for all things. Your costumes show your real thoughts. The sexy teacher, or cop...the powerful king or demon. When will you realize that this is not that fantasy, that this is the reality you hide from. Are you really just taking the mask off this weekend. That is something that you have to decide for yourself...hiding from society, or unmasking yourself....I take the latter...the only time of year I can walk around as the demon I am and you laugh and giggle and think I am like you putting the mask on. I am taking it off for all to see.

Tomorrow will be the day to rise....it is time...