1 month ago 🥁 for day 61, 2021 with 439 words.

A light in the darkness

It's funny how things seem so much easier to deal with when it's not fucking dark all the time. I don't understand how anything gets done from November to March. Well, I know how I get things done; with despise and fear of what will happen if I don't do it. Sometimes I moan loudly or cry. I do what it takes. It's not a very productive way to live for half the year.

But I guess all this depression makes Spring into the beautiful time of year that it is. Hope is returning, energy is bubbling, and things look brighter literally and figuratively.
It's hard not to get greedy. Today the sun was setting when I drove home. When I got to my apartment only the last moments of light were left. It was a little after 6 PM and I wanted more. A lot more. But the sun no longer sets a 4 PM and it's so easy to forget how short the days were just a month ago.

I have to appreciate what I've got and take comfort in the fact that right now the days do get longer and we will slowly get more and more light.

Follow the light but don't tell anyone

What are you supposed to do when your best friend has been kidnapped by aliens? The outer space kind of aliens very few people are convinced are real. I can't go to the police, I can't tell his parents. I can't tell anyone because no matter how I say it, it'll sound like I either killed him or that I have gone crazy.

It's been 4 days since he was taken. We went on a walk just past midnight because I, as usual, couldn't sleep and he was awake due to a recent breakup. We just wanted to take a walk in the hills for 30 minutes before getting back to bed.
It happened quickly and silently. Suddenly we were bathed in a light from above that hadn't been there a moment ago. As soon as my eyes and brain had realized I was being attacked by light and tried to adjust, it was over. I looked at the spot where my friend had been just a split-second earlier but was met by an empty space. I was scared and confused so I ran home and hid in my bed under the covers.

4 days have passed and everyone is getting increasingly frantic with worry. I feel helpless, guilty, and confused. I don't know what to do. I don't even have my best friend to talk it over with.


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By Kirstine Granzow Larsen 🥁

I recently got a Master's degree in IT Product Design and I'm currently looking for my first job! ✨

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