The night often grows cold when I’m alone. The stars are always much more quiet and there’s no reason in sight. Despite the many tellings, at the end of the day, my conclusion is that there isn’t one.

Although there’s the crimson sparks in the sky and the beauty of it all - I see myself sitting in a car that keeps driving and there’s no way to stop it. I would argue with those who say “keep going” because I have no choice. I can’t stop going.

I am in possession of every emotion and I feel them greatly. I most especially enjoy it when I’m happy - when I can look at the sky and see those multicolored sparks of life and joy. I enjoy listening to the jubilant laughter of the blobs of people floating around me.

It is a clear reminder that I am real: this is real. This is happening now. Open your eyes. There is something happening everywhere at every time and in order to see it, to understand it: you must expose yourself to the uncomfortable.

I surround myself in darkness and misery and accept the pain in my aching heart. I go out into the light and feel a cold drop of water or simply just sit there. I accept it.

(A/N: I scrapped this. I have no idea where I was going with it. (It’s not 400 words either))