The Dark Life
As the sun began to fade and the sky turning a burning bright red, the moon crept up before the clouds and mist of the sunset. As darkness was falling swiftly, my heart began to race. It was time to come alive.
How could I be alive? How could I be living? I asked myself.
Nothing made sense, but the night life was my life. I had to live it or suffer.
So, as the night began, I moved toward the opening to a canopy of an old building left rotting and deserted. I smelt the fresh air of the deep night, smelling every scent in. I, then, jumped out, stretching towards the sky, landing gracefully to the ground.