I like walking alone at night. I like watching the birds, their fat white bellies illuminated from the street lamps below. I like watching people hustle about. There is no such thing as silence here. And while it is certainly nice to escape, sometimes the traffic and the laughter and the feet on pavement make you feel a little less alone. A little more at home.

I spend a lot of time staying strong. For myself, for others. Sometimes it's nice to just break down. It's nice to just fall apart, alone in the dark city where nobody will judge you or ask you what's wrong.

I'll pick up the pieces tomorrow.