3am.
The street lights burn dim.
Seldom a soul appears.
But the walk is refreshing.
Crisp air, a feeling of content.
How quiet.
Your thoughts shout through your head,
and the breakdown
in the middle of the road.
Screams that no one can hear.
A silence no one can bear.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
