Day 3

This time it wasn't even close to the morning. I could sense the fatigue that came with the lack of sleep I was getting, and the uncanny bipolar behavior I was having. Black patches would rush against my sight, and I'd lean against a wall and swallow my medication. That's how I made my way down the stairs at 10:23 at night, breathing heavily in a dark hoodie. One step became a mile, and the next few became a centimeter. I wanted my day to start this late because I couldn't walk out of my apartment in the daylight, the scorching sun only increased the visions and passing out that I was accustomed to. I finally reached the bottom, and pulled my way into the night time. Lonely persons such as myself were dragging their feet past the statue in front of them, destined to reach their destination. But all I cared about was the rain, no the aftereffects of the rain. It was humid, the air was  heavy the bench next to me was inviting. I scurried to the wooden bench, pulled by the need to sit and sleep right then and there. I knew I couldn't and swallowed more pills than ever before. Smiling, I rested my head against the back of the long chair and gazed at the stars as my hoodie fell off my head. Some were bright white, others a shade of blue, breathtaking as The Milky Way reached across them, holding them together.  I felt a drop of water slide down my cheek. I wasn't crying.