Late nights agree with me. Late night conversations agree with me even more. I get all my kicks and inspiration from all the mental acrobatics done in the dead of the night. I just wish I had someone to talk to me when the streetlights are on and the lone car zooming on the highway makes a buzz, when everyone should be in bed and it is so quiet that I can heard myself think. I just so wish I could speak to someone who will hear my thoughts when they are flowing like a river downstream instead of letting everything disappear into the air like water into vapour.