2:17 AM
At 2:17 AMeverything becomes louder. Not the worldthe thoughts. The ones you ignored all dayline up quietlyand ask to be heard. It removes distractionslike peeling paint off a walluntil only…
At 2:17 AMeverything becomes louder. Not the worldthe thoughts. The ones you ignored all dayline up quietlyand ask to be heard. It removes distractionslike peeling paint off a walluntil only…
The stars do their workwithout applause. No one hears themhammer lightinto the dark. They do not askwho is watching. They burn anyway. Somewhere,a traveler lifts his headfrom a lonely road.…
The road is famousfor the dust that follows it home. The morning is famousto the sparrowswho rehearse the sky before sunrise. The old cup is famousto the hands that return…