It’s 2 A.M. again. The world is quiet, but my mind is not. There’s something about the stillness of night that strips everything down. No filters. No distractions. Just me, the ceiling, and thoughts I try to bury in the noise of daylight. At 2 A.M., I whisper things I don’t dare to say out… Continue reading The Things I Whisper to Myself at 2 A.M.