I let my hair be swayed with the wind while trying to focus on the steering wheel.
It's twilight, some would call it midnight. It's twilight, so it's time for me to again, control my fright.
I have always been so fascinated with the moon yet I can not seem to befriend it. She's pretty with all the stars that surrounds it but she isn't my friend.
She makes me weak. When in twilight, I feel so suffocated. I feel so lonely and exhausted.
Because when in twilight, I couldn't help myself but to remeber how painful it was, or how unfair and exhausting it was.
