Maybe it's the lack of a stigma, nothing to overcome. I wanted to write "character," but I think stigma is more accurate.
I've met some exceptional people, some truly remarkable individuals. And they give me a glimmer of hope for humanity. But I can't be here for too long. It's far too neutral, impotent, really.
I just...need something greener, maybe? I'm a night person who loves the long days of summer. I've never claimed it makes sense. Maybe it's the diminishing presence of darkness that makes me appreciate it more.
I keep having this dream--even when I'm awake. My friends are smiling all around me. Their closest loves are crowded close by. Outside, unrestrained winds beat everything into the ground, and the Devil eats his own.
Do I venture forth or remain inside?
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