People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
through written words alone
Sigmund Freud (via wethinkwedream)
Only when we realize the fragility of our spirit can we gain strenght to face our challenges. Only in accepting our cowardice nature can we become brave.