I can handle myself during the day when the sunlight shines on so many distractions. The night, it’s too dark. My focus is brought inwards and I am self ravaged by thought.
Sometimes I can be intelligent, then there are those other times.
I wish my mother didn’t tell me to watch for bears while I was sitting outside. Every sound is now terrifying.
I want someone who will lay under the stars with me and talk about the oddities of life and perhaps some trivial conversations about our favorite television shows. It’s all I want.