The night sky is extremely beautiful tonight. When I looked up while walking, I just had to smile. The different shades of gray that peppered the night sky made me forget my urge to go and kill someone. The sky looks like a pastel painting tonight, in fact.

   It's a bad day for me, but then the sky made me think that the night mustn't be all bad.

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   It was like being caught in a tide.

   My metaphor is very appropriate; for the life of me, I couldn't swim. I am thinking of taking up lessons someday. The word "someday" here means, "probably never."

   Like I said, it was like being caught in a tide. I can't swim, so the tide is taking me way, way back into the sea and right now, I can't see the shore. Too bad, I am already drowning. I should start screaming to the top of my lungs for help, but then I am not doing so. I don't know: I don't think I should. The person standing on shore won't hear me. It would be, in the lamest way to say it, futile to start screaming.

   So I let the tide take me away.

   I wish it would, actually.

   But instead, everyday, I wake up to see that the waves had once again settled me back on the blasted shore.