It's 3am and the sky is dark.
Except for the stars
That make up a work of art.
No clouds, no fuss.
The moonshines through,
Lighting my room just enough.
A rough day of a rough week,
But this is the best time.
A time of peace.
Nature is calming.
Nature is anxieties worst enemy.
At 3 in the morning
The world doesn't exist to me.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
It's 3am and the sky is dark.
Except for the stars
That make up a work of art.
No clouds, no fuss.
The moonshines through,
Lighting my room just enough.
A rough day of a rough week,
But this is the best time.
A time of peace.
Nature is calming.
Nature is anxieties worst enemy.
At 3 in the morning
The world doesn't exist to me.
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