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i sat in the backseat of a car

unaware of where i was going

but the cool wind flowing through my hair

along with the sight of the illuminating stars

was enough to satisfy me.

the dim lights provided very little lumination  within the dark streets of the city

where anything could be hiding in the shadows, hoping not to be found.

instead of being afraid

i didnt mind the monsters that were lurking in the dark.

i didnt mind the dim streetlights or the damp concrete floor

or the fact that i would be alone, vulnerable to all types of danger and turmoil.

for i am friends with the monsters

i enjoy the dark

and i prefer to be alone.

but as i sit in the back of my parent's car, i can feel the soft material of the seat

i can feel the cold window that my forehead is lazily resting against

and i know that although i dont mind it, the shadows arent meant for me

for this is only but a fantasy

and if i ever were to experience it, i would not be satisfied.