Notes

I was sitting on the couch watching Bungou Stray Dogs, distracting myself from the never ending nightmare I'm living in right now, not wanting to do anything forgetting about the future. Though, my mind would stray away every now and then remember the harsh reality I come from.

The episode I was on, "The Masked Assassin." Fukuzawa was walking down a sidewalk in the city, into an alley following a trail of blood. This reminded me of the time I was walking down the city with my sisters and father going to a nearby middle-eastern resturaunt. The time where the cold breeze hit my face and I felt free. As he walked into the alley and followed the trace that ended at a violent puddle blood as he traced his fingers along with it a masked man was behind him. Fukuzawa was left in the alley under the moonlight.

"What a beautiful moon-lit night to die" The masked man stated.
It's been so long since I felt that way. I didn't care that Fukuzawa had just lost his life, I was happy.

I now have a reason to live. I will live to feel the slight freeze of city breeze and the lightness of the moon upon it