Sometimes I dream of an endless night.

Catastrophic.

Immutable.

The end of the world as we know.

As I know.

Sun and gentle warmth forever smothered under black.

The edge of all reality to my mind and sanity.

But even then, all is not lost.

Of course everything is ended but a new system emerges.

Rough at first but lit by the neon glow of effort.

People gathered in groups on decks decorated in fairy lights.

Keeping death a separate idea from the dark.

Perhaps death may be coming.

Perhaps the sun was just the first thing to vanish.

Perhaps I still felt panic.

But there was yet still laughter and glee.

Guarded by smaller sources of light and protected by invention.

Moving forward and living amongst the stasis of it all.

Beyond the simple needs for survival.

Beyond all the practical thoughts that run through my head.

Beyond the panic and the fear.

I only always have one wish within the dream.

I wish for you to be beside me under the endless night.