and when it's quiet and the lights in houses and apartment 406 is still dark you know you are alone in the morning that still feels like night, but can never qualify as night. the sun creeps into the sky more east than here. the sky looks like a velvet curtain, a blanket over those who can sleep at night. but not me. so here we are, me and three, four, five in the morning. we can't sleep because we have occupations to attend to. the air is cold but it hasn't been inhaled yet. this time of twilight makes me honest, it makes me scared, but i like it.
songs for when you can't sleep: going out when it's warm at night