Midnight Writes and Wrongs

Sometimes things just can't be described..... but, we try anyway and mess everything up. This is just another poor attempt.

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There’s something about the night, the cold and spending hours with someone that makes you extremely vulnerable, apparently. I had the most intriguing conversation tonight and my mind hasn’t stopped racing since we went our separate ways. What makes you spew your guts like that? How can you feel so comfortable in one moment that you just give yourself away? Without caution… without hesitation? But, even more so, without regret…? Two people, unknowingly connected by the hurts of the world until one of them asks the right question, it’s mind blowing.

Another thing that got me thinking is the fact that everyone thinks they know everyone, but, that’s not the case. When the truth pieces together like a puzzle, everything makes sense… you see everything clearly. There are reasons behind every single thing that someone does… and, until you know those reasons, you don’t know anything at all.

ANYWAY.

That definitely didn’t stop my mind from racing, but it will help me out for now.