There something special about the hours
When darkness has settled and life is hidden behind closed doors.
When curtains are drawn and sounds muted,
a silence brought only by the dead of night.
When living feels almost surreal;
Like, for a moment, the world has halted,
Time has stopped,
And there's nothing but you.
Your steady breaths and beating heart the only reminder that life is real.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoesíaIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
