In Pictures: Bacolod At Night

I like the silence and calmness of the night. 
I like its mystery, and the possibility of mayhem
lurking behind its veil of darkness. 
I like the glittering lights and the singing of the stars,
the reign of the dark that is easily broken,
broken by even the smallest of light.
I like the night and all the hiding sorrows
behind its blinding nothingness
but above all,
I like the hope of tomorrow, the one that
may or may not come,
the one that may mean
the eventual forgiveness of my sin.