Today, at one o'clock in the morning, we all see the same darkness.
It fills us with invisible winds.
Fills our souls with complete emptiness.
We are all equal before this darkness.
All are equally empty, everyone is suffering from something badly.
Today, at two o'clock in the morning, we're clutching our cell phones with both hands.
They lit up our faces, glaring into our eyes with its bright light.
We both long for something: home, and perhaps one another ...
We both got a bit lost.
And we have nothing to do.
And our conversations will meaninglessly only lift our emptiness.
Today, at three o'clock in the morning, repeat to me how you love me.
Those words slowly burn the soul.
You know, I'm smiling.
And you know more about me.
And speak, speak ... endlessly.
Today, at four o'clock in the morning, I will say goodbye to you.
And I'll go to bed tired.
I'll get up until afternoon, really.
Although heart hurts badly, as if it was not a midsummer, but the early spring, ... most likely, from longing.
Today, at five o'clock in the morning, we'll be sleeping.
Quietly or with vague dreams.
Fantasy jammed in thought.
Emptiness in the soul.
Longing in the heart.
Fatigue in the body.
Today, at six o'clock in the morning, everything will be different.
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