For some may sleep, others not do such a thing . A time period previously known as the fresh start but now called the long hour. The lonely hour. The loud hour.
While to many all that is said sounds stupid, but to some is an experience they handle most- if not every- night.
White noise and screeching. Unknown and unseen. Alone in a pit of thought, mind stained in black. A black tar coverage that brings out all the mistakes in ones life and puts them on show, for only you to see.
But not the 2pm you, the 12am you. The midnight you. The lonely you. The true you. The you that gets played with demons and monsters.
The you that just wants to sleep.
But simply cannot.
Midnight
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1.Feelings
PoetryA misted privacy that public eyes read, never understanding how the feelings took them.
