When you are alone at night and scrolling through thoughts and quotes by different writers. You read something and you get this sinking feeling, right?
What are we? We are souls made of truths and lies. People love bare souls but what are we doing? We are all trying to fit in this society. We are all trying to impress people. We are all trying to hide our flaws. We are all trying to become someone which is not us.
Nights like these where your thoughts are your only support. Where you think about your past, your present, your future and what not. Nights where you can feel the pain. Nights where you can feel your heart sinking and do nothing about it. We connect to these familiar strangers. These strangers who feel like home.
There are these nights when we realise all the truth. The truth that we all are trying to pretend to be someone we are not. Imagining situations in your head and thinking they're real. We all have such nights don't we? Where we fear to loose our loved ones. Where, maybe we expect too much from someone and get hurt by our own expectations. Nights where the cold breeze hits your face and that is the most soothing thing which can happen at that moment. Nights where you sit with your coffee mug by your side and let things flow out. But it's all okay in the end because we're all a small part of this universe, not all of it and things will be good!
