Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
I’ve just been happy lately, for terrible reasons. Does that make me a terrible person? At least I can say I’m completely content with my life right now.