Starless Night.

I made an attempt at every vehicle that passed through the road, but of no avail. Not a single soul is willing enough to offer me a ride.

Being an adult is something peculiar. Unfathomable and unpredictable. I wish I could write something beautiful about it. I guess it’s all about whether you’re being grateful, patient enough to have faith, and continue to work for the betterment of every situation. Lose faith, and you’re down to nowhere. Or bad to worse, grievance awaits, ready to usher you to the world of meaningless doom.

Yeah, I’m in somber mood now. I try to think of something that would set me free. My selfish heart's screaming need no one. But a warm arm wouldn’t harm.

I need someone. Possibly, an angel.

-Miss B-