
Sitting at 3 a.m at the balcony admiring the stars
Ingesting the silence that comes with the night
Lost in thoughts that suddenly aren't there anymore
Emphatically convinced that the night stole your troubled mind
Noticing how beautiful the world and your life really is
Concentrating on the stillness and calm state you found yourself in
Enigmatic feeling interrupted by the sun rise, you've been awake all night
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.



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