At Midnight, When I Preferred to Write this To Doing Laundry

I think we all need that one person whom we can be brutally honest with. Someone we can disclose everything to. A conversation that can go from mundane to taboo. Over bottles of beer. Tipsy but still sober. Enough amount of sanity to comprehend what is said. And what isn’t. Someone you can share silence with. Understanding before judgement. No holds barred. Introspection and issues. Non-issues. Disclosures. Strangers who will hold your secret forever. Over bottles of beer. Over beers of bottle. I want to meet that person. This is the best time. I feel like exploding any minute now.

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