just for you, naota

Without mentioning-

I think back to the days when I would elude to the prairies at night, raining, snowing, day or otherwise.

I would stand in the nightfall staring off wondering, whether aliens or other creatures of paranormal were staring me down. One that comes to mind is the creature Mothman. Look it up, the bridge that collapsed and all that...

I praised, the night. As I would scour the land, I found myself lacking in the companion capacity but never in need of. Therefore, I found myself lost but found myself nonetheless.