The night used to be so comforting.

Now I find no comfort in the silence. No peace in the sky.

The Moon taunts me. The silence tortures me. There is no comfort in the solitude. There is no longer any peace in the dark. For now, night has become a time of weeping and reflecting. A time where I am alone. Alone with my worst enemy. With the voice of my own self destructive mind.

The stars, the beautiful stars. I once looked at you with such wonder and amazement. With respect and curiosity. Infatuated. Intrigued. Now, dear stars, your presence makes me bitter. For I am jealous of your beauty. Of your perfect place in the universe. What was once so inspiring has now become the bane of my existence. The constant reminder that my soul is bound to the soil of this foul terrestrial land. While you, the stars, get to watch from above. Unfected. Untouched. Exactly where I wish to be, perfectly among the infinite space of the cosmos.

The night used to be my home, but now, it is my prison. A sickening prison I shall never escape.