You know when it sometimes feels really good to be alone? Like in the middle of the night when it's just you and the moon, or rather more functionally in my case when you're awake around 4 or 5 in the morning and it's the little sacred in between time from night to day where you feel like you're transcending death. It's those times when it doesn't feel good the pain's just numbed. It feels good but it's going to hurt again.
The smell of the grass and the lonely house and the sky above and you below.
That's what it was like but then it's all changed and gone and destroyed when suddenly your neighbors want you to get the hell out and you're suddenly forced from your home and you're nothing but a scared demon that needs a home but you've got no damn home.
Forced isolation. Stolen unhappiness. Love's ruined, shattered shell. Destruction of civilized deliberate living.
They come for you, with lit torches. Fire. Fire. Fire. They'll burn you out and smoke you out an
I can hear them now. They're coming. I can see them now. They're coming.
I can smell the smoke.
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