The Something
I wander alone at night, taking in the beauty of the neon lights decorating the whole city. I'm just passing by, mind blank, destination unknown.
I let my legs do the work.
What is it that I'm looking for? Who? I don't know.
I lost a part of me, and I don't think I'll ever get it back. There's no replacement.
The cold winter air nips at my rosy cheeks gently, reminding me that I can still feel something.
I still exist. I still function, as questionable as it is sometimes.
The night is my companion, never asking questions, never judging. It embraces me, like it knows that the light isn't what I need right now.
I'm searching for The Something, I just don't understand what it is.
But, though I've lost a lot, I've started gaining a sense of freedom, the will to just move. To explore The Something. To sense. To touch.