It’s one of those late night musings – I’m no longer sure if I have a lot to say or a lot to tell.
I used to think it’s the former, that I’ll be content saying things out aloud for no one to hear. Now I’m not so sure. Some days I feel all right fleshing out certain thoughts in my mind, convincing/doubting/entertaining myself. Some days I lament that no one is around to listening to what I want to tell them.
There are some things I want the world to know. I’m not sure why I want them to know, but it just feels wrong that I’m keeping it solely to myself.
Then again, what’s right and what’s wrong?
So I’m not sure if I’ll be fine just sharing it with myself.
