I am currently on top of the metro’s highest skyscraper, with my own arms mildly wrapped around one another, and these black fists clenching when I commanded them to.
I believe that tonight is very different from the past nights of my entire stay here on your half-green, half-polluted Earth. I have never felt these 2 driving forces clash with one another with so much ferocity beneath my physical prison. Normally, I am not a team player; I prefer working on my own, accomplishing accomplishments on my own. But tonight, I feel powerful sorrowful with this lonely feeling. Half of my cerebrum is screaming that “no man is an island”, while the other opposes.
And I do not even know why I am bothered by this situation I am in as of now. Maybe it is the fact that lonely is the night.
For the final time for tonight, I will clench these fists covered with black gloves, and I will hold on to the sanity left in me. I will close my eyes and think that I am not truly alone, for there is the cold air who will kiss these currently-warm cheeks of mine.
