Staying up this late always feels like borrowing time. Like the hours after 2 AM don't actually count toward your lifespan. Is that why we're all a bit braver, a bit more honest in the dark? The world sleeps, and suddenly, the filter comes off. It's almost like a tiny, personal apocalypse where only the real thoughts survive.
Staying up this late always feels like borrowing time. Like the hours after 2 AM don't actually count toward your lifespan. Is that why we're all a bit braver, a bit more honest in the dark? The world sleeps, and suddenly, the filter comes off. It's almost like a tiny, personal apocalypse where only the real thoughts survive.