Friends or enemies

<p>In a car on a long cloudy skied drive I couldn't help but close my eyes to the slight sounds of raindrops outside the window. Ah. This was... relaxing.</p><p>Whenever my eyes were open I'd see colors. Blue. Green. Yellow. White. I'd see emotions. Anger. Sadness. Happiness. It was all an eyesore after awhile.</p><p>But when I closed them? Things couldn't be any better. Dark.</p><p>Empty. Nothing.</p><p>Of course I can still feel my chest rising and falling when I breathe and a car air vent blasting at my face but besides that it's like I'm dead. But in a good way. Sorta. I wish I could stay in this state for as long as possible. It felt free in a way. No problems at all. It didn't use to be like that though. I used to hate the dark. I used to hate the shadows that crept around me everywhere.</p>