My favorite time is between 2 and 5am,
it's the hours of poets and dreamers,
scholars and believers,
artists and muses,
the inspired and the insomniacs,
the readers and the writers,
the overthinkers and their thoughts.
Everything is different between those hours,
Everyone is different.
Vulnerable,
honest,
real.
What I'd give to live my whole life
In the limbo of night.
Where the moon is hidden behind a blanket of clouds,
the streetlights are on,
and the highways are empty.
Everything is so quiet,
Between the hours of 2 and 5.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
My favorite time is between 2 and 5am,
it's the hours of poets and dreamers,
scholars and believers,
artists and muses,
the inspired and the insomniacs,
the readers and the writers,
the overthinkers and their thoughts.
Everything is different between those hours,
Everyone is different.
Vulnerable,
honest,
real.
What I'd give to live my whole life
In the limbo of night.
Where the moon is hidden behind a blanket of clouds,
the streetlights are on,
and the highways are empty.
Everything is so quiet,
Between the hours of 2 and 5.
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