I felt safe at night.

No one could hurt me at this part of the day. I could gaze upon the stars and the moon, hear the trees sway and creek and cry together with the rain. And while everyone was in another world (i.e. sleeping), I was enjoying the long, sleepless hours alone, without anyone disturbing me.

But somehow, I loved being alone. It felt amazing that no one could judge or hurt me. Could I ever feel safe and secure around people again? What if I love them and they'll end up leaving me again?

While my mind was full of thoughts my hand slowly opened the window so it could reach out for the raindrops. And while doing so I looked upon the pitch black sky, wondering why this world felt like a prison.