A night drive

<p>The deep darkness of the sorrowful night spins around in my head as I can't put my mind at ease. When I look at the moon, I see a vague reflection of your angelic almond eyes. The colour of my sweater is black, as I mourn the fading of your similarly coloured eyes, yet your eyes were still the brightest ones I have ever seen, oh how I would kill to see them once again. My eyes flinch to the reflection of the sun coming through the window. My back itching in pain, had I slept on needles it might've eased it all away. My feet are numb to emotion yet I am still able to get them enough motion to get out of bed. How come my queen sized bed is crumbling to the weight of my mental struggles? I give an arrogant smile as I pretend I have my life put together. An icy towel around my neck doesn't seem to stop my friend from throwing a water bucket on<br/>My face the moment I leave the room. Yet my heart seems to be put together a little better when it feels the familiar presence of another person around. Oh dear friend, I seem to worry you a lot, I hope you will accept my apology to my future mistakes, as in tomorrow's mistake. On my way back from getting a pack of cigarettes I seemed to have lost my mind to the calmness of the silence of tonights. This silence I have been struggling desperately to find. My eyes are begging me to keep them open but my heart is shutting out their cries. The city lights reflect their vibrant colours on the paleness of my skin, making me see a nice colour scheme through my closed eyes. My feet lose their strength but they fight and succumb to fear and the devils in my head make their way into my feet and they press on the pedals to urgently speed as if it is looking forward to the grave. My heart is racing the other cars in this dark yet bright streets, the destination is undetermined, I am not on something but my brain is not alright. I know that yet the silence I am hearing sounds better than any voice that I would normally hear, but I remember there is someone home, my friends, I didn't want the last thing that I hear to be the cries of a friend. A friend, one in a kind, I wish I have met you long before, but I am grateful to have you here now. I parked my car to the side of the road, the cars rushing past me to somewhere. But I sat in my car, afraid of the devil in my head, I shall kill that devil one day. The smoke of The ciggerattes leave behind a distasteful scent that doesn't easily wash away, yet I smoke them anyways. My hands subconsciously grabs my phone, it is telling me to do the right thing, so I won't avoid it. I give my friend a Call hoping that he would answer, and he never seems to let me down. My voice cracks as I mumble to him a few words "could you come get me now?". Without asking why, he asks where I am, with a calm and mature voice. Something that I do not have. I lit another cigarette "I am parked at the highway, I can't bring myself to drive properly," and of course I had to add a joke at the end to make it sound a little better than it was "I don't know how I even got that driver licence, hard to believe, am I right?" </p>