Often, I spend my time hoping to the midnight sky that I be swept up in its frigid embrace and have my pain washed away, the clouds lifting my fragile frame to the opaque mouth of the atmosphere which swallows me whole, engulfing me in a darkness for which there are no words to describe. The morning sun will rise slowly, steadily, peeking into the window frames of humans across the world, and my spirit will float alongside the moon, waiting for the sun to fall defeated and for nighttime to fall once more.
