It was one night when the power went out.

I was about to be dismayed when I felt the comfort of the dark, and the longer the dark stayed with me, the more cozy I felt as I have heard the sound of silence caressing my soul and reminding me of the old days, when the computer, electric bulbs, and air conditioners were not even in man’s wildest dreams.

A feeling of nostalgia. What would I be doing in my past life, during this hour of the night, when the candles are unlit , the surroundings are all quiet, and all I could hear are the wild beats of my heart?

I reached for a pen and started writing. Oh, the darkness became not only my friend but also my muse. I was filled with inspiration as I wrote poetic words as if I’ve been writing them for a long time already.
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