The night is cool, but not cold, warm enough to go out barefoot, but to still have a chill biting at your toes

The moon is very bright, but still casts navy-blue shadows over everything, giving the scene a hushed stillness that makes you feel like your breathing is echoing

I am punching a tree I planted when I was four, until my hands go numb because I am upset and it only hurts once I stop

I didn't know it was entirely possible, but in this moment, I am entirely alone. There is nobody in the whole world I can talk to right now