Late night thinking

I sit with the silence of the night, the only noise I hear is the wind whipping around and the sound of my keystrokes. I can’t deal with that empty-nagging feeling. I can’t deal with not knowing the truth. It isn’t so simple in the areas of life where it isn't white or black. The grey areas are messy and confusing. Can there even be absolute truth in the gray areas? Or is the truth in those areas only based off of what we choose to believe? 

Just a late night thought.