Late nights


When the tears have been dried and the voices have been silenced.

When there are no airplanes to catch in between my fingers.

When only the still lights greet me.

When the urges have been calmed and I no longer yearn to open the balcony door.

When there is only silence to keep me company.


My solace between the perfunctory and the chaos.

My refuge from the shouts and the battles outside and in.


When the demons have been kept at bay for now.

Before I sleep and fight new monsters in another world, I cherish this moment.

Rare silence,

How I long for it in the long days and the long nights.


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