Dear Diary; I think I've figured out why I enjoy staying up so late. It's 2:44 am and the world is quiet. No one expects anything from me nor do I expect anything from anyone. It's just me and the silence.
You bide my time, and cleanse your mind, and board in damped corners of mine. You fall asleep at the wrong time to rouse when gongs resound inside. None be so scarred to sleep as he; let him emerge for me to see. Here I am; I've won already. On my God, how are you doing?
~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 21st of October 2020. Written 20th of October 2020.