Maybe the time to bare your soul is when the sky burns bright with flecks of light, the chill reaches past your skin to get to your tired bones, and the road drifts from a sea of movement aglow with streaks of headlights to a vacant space reserved for the nocturnal. Judgement is blurred, the silence is forgiving, and for once, your thoughts are the only ones that matter. With eyes closed, tilt your words towards the wind and let the breeze carry them away. Maybe, just maybe, someone needs them more than you do.
I'll see you in my dreams.
