nighttime ramblings

Have you ever gotten that feeling late at night where you begin to miss everyone you’ve ever cared about? I stay up so late sometimes, just because it’s when I feel the most. Everything I think about feels faded and worn or too grand and dazzling to be real. It’s all jumbled together in a mix of the things that have been and the things that will be. Sometimes all the words I’m usually afraid to say come spilling out, raw and true, and sometimes I just think about all the things I could tell someone. The night has a way of loosening my lips, making me honest in way that I’m almost afraid of. There is something comforting about possibilities, knowing there are an infinite number of potentials just waiting.