In confidence, my 8 hours of absolute insanity, mindlessness, madness I spoke of.

I'll jot this down so I won't forget. 

Months worth of talking but not the usual empty conversations, confessions. Things that've bothered me for years, things I've never had the courage to tell anybody before for fear of misunderstanding or worse, not being understood at all.

Having discovered mutuality in dilemmas, unreachable age-old aspirations, current predicaments. I find it sad in a delightful way. It's nice to not feel alone. Having put into spoken words the nightmares that haunts my day, that keeps sleep at bay.

I'm exhausted but the lightness I feel now is liberating. 

For once, the cold wall upon which I press my forehead as I wait for sleep feels soothing.