Conversations are the best when it’s like you are writing letters back and forth to someone, when in all actuality it’s in real time. Like you have to wait those hearty and heavy days to get their words back before you can pour yourself entirely and ceaselessly until every little thing has cleared your mind. And then all it takes is one little thing to come out of their mouth and it racks up nearly another hour of dissecting yourself. Conversations that actually help you figure out who the fuck you are, because that person is someone you rarely find that makes your own fucked up reality and theories make some sort of sense. And then hours later you get back to the point where it is actually live communicating where you say small and chatty and sociable things back and forth right after one another. God. It’s like an entirely different mental state and world. Wonderful.