I look outside all I can see is the reflection of myself and past that, the pitch dark,the neighbor's back porch light on. Everything seems so unlit. The sun decided to sink into the ground sooner. I feel unaccompanied, quite empty, and disinterested with life in general. It's a brisk winter night, and I'll sit here in my warmest clothes.
Trying to physically feel some warmth, when inside all I feel is cold. I'll sit here listening to the rain, and just reminisce. I'll remember all the mistakes, all the different places, people, feelings, doubts, beliefs, differences . And at the end of my memory journey, I'm still sitting here alone with nothing but the lies I've said, the remorse, and the warm feeling of my body heat contained in my clothes.