Shake it out

You laid on the ground and pointed out shapes in stars but they weren't constellations.
At some point you'll have to get up and go to work.
You'll have to feed your dogs and pick up your dirty laundry. You'll have to clean the toilet and wash  dishes. You'll have to pay your bills and go to the bank. You'll have to leave someone you love.
You won't be able to sleep. You'll be to busy thinking about the sky and the rain and wondering if anything you said made sense. You'll try to recount everything and think about the ways it could have been better or worse.

You'll convince yourself you have a disease and you're going to die. You'll worry about falling in love or not falling in love. You'll convince yourself that nothing matters but your mom and your dogs.
But sometimes you wish you had someone else to talk to. Someone with random insight; someone who won't love you unconditionally out of necessity. Someone who will yell at you and say that you're wrong every now and then; someone who will tell you that you are crazy but accept at all the weird things you're afraid of like possums in the wall and barbed wire and jellyfish.