Sometimes, i like to sit alone outside during the nighttime. A steaming mug of something chocolaty before me. I breathe in the scent of something solid and filling, and trace smoky patterns with my gaze.

Sometimes, i like to lean back in my chair, elbows on the armrests, hands holding each other in silent contemplation of life. My life. And everything in it.

Sometimes, i wish moments like this lasts forever. The quiet night settles around me, like dust to ancient relic, like sunlight to morning. It's so liberating to be in the middle of something so vast as nighttime, or just time. Because as the minutes tick away, they envelope me in a cocoon of warmth and safety. I feel like I'm suspended in air. Like I'm looking down on a desolate street in the darkness, where nothing is alive but the bulb of a streetlamp, glaring harsh yellow into dense nothingness. And it's so peaceful.

Nothing exists but me. I alone. Alone isn't a very solitary word, actually. It's the greatest company sometimes.