I think there's something somewhat magical about listening to music awake at 5 am. When everyone's still asleep and the very first lights are filtering in through your window, you watch as it turns from the palest blue to blinding white and you can hear the loud chirping of birds for once.
It's 5 am and you're listening to music and you see the broken ceiling above you but you also don't see it because you're seeing the sun rising over a foreign skyline and the present and future seem to be clashing together and you're in some window-filled apartment where you drink hot cocoa and watch the world come alive.
It's 5 am and you feel like everything's in your grasp and the day is somewhat stuck in dawn and never tells you otherwise.
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Poemtasia
Поэзияshort poem and prose collection written by me, composed of all the words i'd rather not say and all the other words that make up my small fantasies hope y'all enjoy!!
