#DualNature
(I have tried this myself. If you want to feel something follow this poem and look as the day comes to you.)


Waking early mornings feels so dull,
so silent and yet so loud.

Everyone is asleep,
even your breath sounds like the strings of a violin.

The time from 3 to 5 am,
siting on the floor of the balcony.

The wind is so cold and icy,
but yet you don't want to get a blanket.

You sit there silent and alone,
and hear each beat of your heart.

Everything feels a little dead,
but you are alive and not lonly at all.

You can't think of anything,
other then...