you are not the same person at 2am. you look for faces in your coffee and your mind wanders to far away places. you feel drowsy yet your senses are heightened. creaks and squeaks don’t startle you but the silence alone is enough to break you down. 2am is a strange place.
crystal
17 / toronto"it is no accident that you are reading this. i am making black marks on white paper. these marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... for the length of these few sentences, we meet here." Home history random Theme
