There is an unexplainable tranquility the late night brings
Especially as it transitions into the wee hours of the day
There is a soft silence – almost imperceptible
That makes the waking Mind ruminate
His room was as orderly as you’d like it to be
Books arranged neatly on the shelf by color
Dishes and clothes stacked properly in place
Pillows lined up on the bed all nicely
Yet his thoughts wander aimlessly in Chaos –
The space where unanswered questions reside
Where broken things and darkness linger
And live fears and worries about life
And while the whole world fell quiet
To the order of the setting sun
And souls found their blissful contentment
In the restful slumber of every one
He was wide awake –
Staring at the ceiling
With sleep as ever elusive
With voices as ever loud in his head
There is an unexplainable tranquility the late night brings
Yet this tranquility was Lost on the ruminating man
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
There is an unexplainable tranquility the late night brings
Especially as it transitions into the wee hours of the day
There is a soft silence – almost imperceptible
That makes the waking Mind ruminate
His room was as orderly as you’d like it to be
Books arranged neatly on the shelf by color
Dishes and clothes stacked properly in place
Pillows lined up on the bed all nicely
Yet his thoughts wander aimlessly in Chaos –
The space where unanswered questions reside
Where broken things and darkness linger
And live fears and worries about life
And while the whole world fell quiet
To the order of the setting sun
And souls found their blissful contentment
In the restful slumber of every one
He was wide awake –
Staring at the ceiling
With sleep as ever elusive
With voices as ever loud in his head
There is an unexplainable tranquility the late night brings
Yet this tranquility was Lost on the ruminating man
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