And I fell in love with a time.
2am to be precise.
When the air is so thick with silence,
that you'd be fooled into believing your heart had stopped.
And the universe had stopped
and tormented souls had finally stilled.
When the moon casts ghostly shadows
over homes, trees and empty roads.
When artificial lights have long faded
and all that's left is moonlight.
And stars lie like freckles across the black sky.
How very pure the world looks
at 2am,
with white light streaming through the darkness.

(Oh what a blissfully peaceful time)