Psych.

Stray.

2:36 AM
The stars always shined brighter away from all the city lights.
From the bed of my truck I could make out various constellations. A Tumblr kid would be in heaven right about now. Aesthetics and all.
I should've been at peace at that very moment. The setting was perfect. The summer breeze was warm against my skin; it was my favorite type of weather. The wildflowers wafted their alluring scent across the open field. The crickets were in symphonic unison. The night sky resembled Van Gogh's "Starry Night."
I could've made millions with this single scene. But I turned over on my side and stared at the pack of cigarettes that hadn't been opened since I bought them. Six days now. Almost a full week.
What was I to do now? I hadn't thought of a long term plan. I simply acted upon impulse. How was I supposed to live? Was this worth it? Everything revolved around money and I had a limited amount. How could I get a job living out of my truck? If I could even manage to get hired. All these questions buzzed around in my skull, unable to be answered. I wasn't ready for her departure. I still had so many things to ask. So many uncertainties. And to tell the truth, I was frightened by uncertainty and confusion. It caused me to panic. Now, I was living my life as if I had been thrown into a lions den with nothing but the skin on my back and asked to dominate it. I needed time to figure out a plan, but I no longer had time or anything of that matter. I wanted to tear out every strand of hair on my head. But here I was. In the middle of no where. Unable to do a thing. So useless. What was I to do with myself?
I took a deep breath of the sweet, open air. Suppose I could sleep on it.
The coyotes began to howl. Their howls had always seemed cowardly to me. But now they just seemed sad. Like they longed for something. For so much more than what they were subjected to. Maybe they howled to let out their frustrations. I had once seen humans do it too. It was part of an entire culture.
Sitting up abruptly, I decided that it couldn't hurt to try. I wouldn't be disturbing anyone anyway. Humans were so delicate. I cocked my head back, squeezing my eyes shut and letting out a long wail. In that short moment, I felt liberated. For the first time in a long while, I smiled.