2amthoughts Stories

Poetry, sayings, and quotes I have personally written. Everyday life is complicated and confusing but I try and find beauty in that too.

What happens when the world goes silent - not metaphorically, but literally? On April 1, 2025, the world wakes up to a chilling new reality: every phone, every network, every internet connection - gone. Diya, a 23-year-old tech support executive from Bengaluru, finds herself navigating a world without Google, GPS, or WhatsApp. As society starts unraveling, so do the relationships around her. With each day, the silence becomes louder - revealing secrets, forging unexpected bonds, and reminding people of the things they'd forgotten to feel. Told through a deeply emotional, multi-perspective narrative filled with cultural nuance, raw humanity, and heartbreakingly real moments, 23 Days of Silence explores what it truly means to connect - when the world unplugs. "The signal broke. But maybe... we needed to."

*the story cover is not mine, I took it from Pinterest cause I'm lazy to do one myself. So the cover is from Pinterest and the title is inspired by it* Just your random 2AM thoughts. If you're feeling deep and shit then this is the place to feel like someone understands you. Like someone can relate to what you're feeling. Sometimes the chapters won't be long, and sometimes they will. Who knows. Just think while you're reading. Enjoy. -Highest Rankings- #173 in #yourenotalone #48 in #yourenotalone #37 in #yourenotalone #20 in #yourenotalone #6 in #yourenotalone #8 in #2amthoughts #7 in #2amthoughts

Just my random thoughts English is not my first language I don't own any pictures credits to original owners

A collection of poems written in quiet moments. thoughts i never planned to share-until now. somewhere between 2am and everything...

For the tired minds always racing, craving for comfort and understanding. I made poems of my thoughts at 2 a.m. I hope this accompanies your restless minds. Poems in series form!

just some random shit i right about shit :))

I dispose my thoughts in the pages at night...

Short Poem's Based off of Sadness, and Romance. I disagree with the way people romanticize sadness, however I myself have done it.

Bleeding on paper at 2am. Late night feelings , unspoken words The kind of pain you only write about when no one's watching .

[ Our art is a twisted form of our reality -Dini ] [ Just random poems, verses, stories and thoughts it's a whatever thing ]

A caring soul that cared about others more than own self.

'no wonder he didn't love me, im a mess of a person; a monster under human flesh.' *lowercase intended*

[03. 06. 2020] - You, my friend.....have a great time ;) This book is filled with my random thoughts and rants (if that's what the normal humans call it). My level of sarcasm has reached that level where I don't know if I'm kidding or not. Yesterday night my thoughts hit the extent of infinite-eerieness so here I am now...writing them down for some future readers to read this. Hope you don't detest me from this. You don't have to read it. Like it's not necessary. It's just written because I wanted to...kind of preserve them? Wait, does that even make sense? This is completely different from my other books. This is by the other self of mine (not that I'm some multi-personality-disordered person. Probably by my left hemisphere of my brain). from, Your eternal boon companion! ~~~~~~~~ Here's a little encouragement for your day ~~ If you feel sad, just remember that somewhere in this world there is an idiot pulling a door that says "Push" (-_-) 03:06:2020

The words you couldn't say. The thoughts of a broken girl.

Wide awake at night, unblinking and mind awake. Flashes of colours and words started pouring in, inviting themselves into my consciousness. With nowhere else to go, they made their way inside this box of silent whispers. My '3am thoughts' book.

She was a insomniac. Could never sleep. Always lie awake in her bed as she thinks. Crazy thoughts, beautiful yet awful, ran through her 17 year old head.

Just her. The things she wanted to say but never did. And life. Unfiltered 2am thoughts. Call it Bad Poetry? Love? or Misery? 🏅 #5 in 2amthoughts

This is a journey , a journey of surviving trough poetry , let the words go into your skin and let them go to your heart , let your soul rest.