Chasing the Night || a moey au

The streets could be very intimidating during the night. The night, a time where you go out and party with your friends, a time where you finish some last minute errands, a time where sleep would be appreciated. Unfortunately, where I stand, there is no roof, or heat, or people. Well, there are the people who crawl out during the late night hours. They watch me from afar as they smoke their cigarettes and crush beer bottle glass under their feet. Chrssh… Chrssh… Chrssh. The way my life has turned out can be commonly called: a disaster, a failure, a waste. They were right, but what else is there to do when you’re plunged into a black hole of sorrow, or held under treacherous waters trying to breathe. Not this, you say? Well at this point, it’s my only choice.