Just got home from an eventful night out with friends, it's about 3 a.m. pacific time, and I'm drawn to a Robert Frost poem? It is very fitting for me now. Here it is:
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated hear
Till someone really find us out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hid-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.