

3:47 A.M. โ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ณ๐ณ ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ฉ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ง๐.
Everyoneโs asleep but me.
The room hums soft โ low light, colder floor, silence breathing between the notes. Thereโs a piano playing like it knows my secrets.
I sit still. Not tired. Just... suspended.
Tonight Iโm not looking for answers.
Iโm letting the questions touch my skin.
How can something feel like dรฉjร vu if it never really happened?
Why do I crave moments that only live in my head?
I move a little, just enough to remind myself Iโm real.
But my mindโs already walking somewhere else โ
barefoot, moonlit, untouchable.
Not lonely. Just... untamed.
Thereโs a rhythm in me the world doesnโt hear.
And thatโs exactly how I like it.