There are things in my room and they aren't people.

I can't see them as well in the daytime.

The sun washes out their faint light.

They come and go and stick to the corners and fill the pools.

They avoid the hazy heat of the city's daytime.

They curve around the sharp lights of electricity.

They shimmer in the realm of the unknown.

They are more comfortable in the night's vivid impressions

And they're teaching me to be too.