I'll omit the chain of events that led to this moment :

I ran out into the night

Barefoot
It was dark and no other soul was to be found
In that calm desert

Sand was cold between my toes
I could only see ahead as far 

As my headlights could illuminate

She looked helpless, all her tires stuck 

Between heaps of soft mush

Smoke was oozing out

The city lights were glowing in the distance

Flickering candles on a flat cake

"This was a bad idea"

I thought

But I was laughing to myself like a madman

I ran out into the night

And with every step my feet grew heavier

Sinking in a swamp

The wind blew colder on my dry cheeks

I turned around

In vain, I searched for the way I came from

Tracks disappeared, crossed each other teasingly

My footprints faded
Hills multiplied, I could swear there were
A few moons even

And my engine whined from the distance
An old beast, licking its wounds
And all directions felt the same

Where I came from
And where I'm going
Quietness reigned
Even my car disappeared
And I, alone, giggled
In the darkness
"How about that for a pickle?"
"You have an odd sense of humor"

"It's the time to freak out now, 

Isn't it, Atticus ?"

"Indeed it is"

"Then why am I not despairing ?"

"It's just too familiar"

"Almost comical, eh?"

"But what if you die here ?"
"I won't"
"I know, but what if you die here tonight
And no one knew?"
"Knew what ?"
"How this feels, right now?"

Darkness ahead
Darkness behind
Darkness above
Darkness beyond
Darkness within
Darkness without
Darkness was so kind after all
And for the first time
I was living a metaphor
In reality

I ran out into the night
Barefoot, roaring with laughter
I was lost
I was cold
I was alone
I was exhausted, terribly so
I was scared

But I never felt more alive
In my entire life.