one time i wrote this

Things get wild late at night. It is just what happens. You get old enough and forget, you think it is the alcohol or some other substance that makes you bare your soul and embarrass yourself with warm confessions, but if you think back to when you were 14, you find this quality of nightness is still present. The world expands, the spaces in our hearts open up and love seeps in, flows out, if you wait just long enough for the darkness to ripen, the opening comes like clockwork. It is a sweet treat to share with another soul, the nighttime, it is a juicy pear and our fingers stick to each other with the sweetness.