Goodnight.

The room grows quiet. A silence so lifeless. An irony considering the only sound I hear is my heart thumping. Sometimes louder, sometimes almost inaudible.

"Do I ask for too much?" A question I suppose everyone has asked themselves at a certain point in life.

The tiniest streak of light blinks. The white Iphone vibrates. I push in further under the pillow, muffling the buzz.

"I don't think I have ever realized how much I hate being alone."

No one likes to admit that. It's a sign of weakness.

God wants us to admit it to Him, if anyone at all. We are weak, but He is strong.