Late Night Thoughts

It’s an odd feeling;

To feel alone in a room full of people,

To feel misunderstood within a group of people who claim to know you best.

Strange is the feeling of wanting to stay inside the confines of a dimly lit room

Rather than expose yourself to the beauty that is the bluest of skies,

A vast open space,

Full of endless possibilities,

That if you were to ask me,

Is more wondrous than the sun,

As magnificent as it is,

Blaring its rays on to one’s skin.

Peculiar as they are,

The strangest things to me are feelings:

What are they?

Why do we have them?

Oh, how I long for the answers,

Although they are within us,

Are damned hard to find.

Author's Note

What do you think?