At night I have no filter
I’m typing this at... 11:30 pm?? That’s actually much earlier than usual.
Half-asleep, half dreaming, deprived of sleep, whatever...
At night when I’m like this I could say anything at all, if I only had someone to say it to.
I wish someone was next to me right now and I could hug that person. They could hug me. Maybe we’d even kiss, and I wouldn’t mind more.
I know, I know.
But I still want it. If it were you I would spill all my secrets, all the universe’s deepest dwellings. This is the time I think of the best words, the most pensive poetry. The universe seems to hand it to me on a silver platter.
I would tell you I love you and you would smile and laugh, you would kiss my forehead and my lips, you would whisper that you love me back.
And nothing else would matter.