Late Night Stroll
I hate how the cold air bites at the exposed skin. The jacket I brought does little to stop it and yet I still trust it to provide some sort of heat. Such a stupid idea. The moon is barely breaking the night sky through the clouds, yet I can still see it up there, mocking me for how small and little I am. Must be nice being a celestial body. All you do is stay in space and float around in space for all of eternity until your big brother Sun eats you or explodes. Not a care in the world and you get the bonus point of looking at all of us suffering.
