Tasting tears

2:09am It's the censored parts of my brain that scare me. The darker thoughts that I don't share online; That which is experimental or maybe just fantasy; That which appeals to others but not to me; That which is powerful and purposeless. In refusing to be scared I often refuse to see so trite platitudes take the place of ancient wisdom.

Ryan continues to build roads into me and I like that. For a moment I close my eyes and I start to drift into dream mode. I sway. I remember that I am typing. So tired.

If I'm so lucky, why do I feel like crying? I think it's because I have to believe in the system that says you trust someone until they give you reason not to rather than not trust anyone until they have proven themself.

"Almost Happy" by K's Choice.