The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

After 2 a.m.

It's strange how nighttime changes everything.

There are some things you swore you'd never tell another person, but then suddenly it's late and you tell yourself that it's just something about the foggy tiredness in your mind that weakens your resolve, but could it really be that just maybe, the people around you are being knit closer by the darkness of the hours, and suddenly, those people seem worthy of carrying your secrets.

"The scariest things we submit ourselves to are hardly ever spiders or snakes or clowns. To me at least, the greatest fear is found in those moments in which you allow what people think of you to be replaced with who you are. And knowing that where you stand with them is inevitably going to shift." -Sarah Labanc

But suddenly it's morning again. 
And with the daylight comes your logic.
And the cold fear sets in when you realize that what if those people don't protect you. 
Anything can happen now. 
What's so simple in the evening
by the morning never is...

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