I just discovered something about one of my friends.
And for one thing, I am certain that is merely a miniscule fraction of what I know about him.
When you come to the sort of consciousness I have, you realize... there's just so much you don't know about the people around you.
So... much.
The very notion is simply overwhelming.
It gets you all sentimental one minute and so insignificant the next.
Or both.
I can only think in silence to myself every night.
About so many things.
Nightfall is the only time I ever get any placidity.
I can't sleep as much as my mind feels exhaust and weariness.
I'm straying further and further away... from society... from sanity.
