A lot later. Breathing nights air, past the point of concluding and summing up. Wondering whether music or conversations, once ceased, leave behind different kinds of silence. Too many dreams, some soothing and mild, some contradictory and distorted. Maybe it's all about choice and focus, even in these hours of unattention. Sleep tight wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep
Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.