the window.

 

the kinda silence dat only nite understands. the city glows outside, stretching itself beneath ur window, restless and alive. but in there, it’s jst u, a messy bed, and dat half-open window dat feels like a portal to ur own thoughts.

it’s funny how a view like dat can make u feel both small and infinite at the same time. the lights from afar flicker like quiet reminders — some ppl r still chasing dreams, some r jst tryin to survive the nite, and some, like u, r somewhere in between.

the window is open jst enuff for the night air to creep in, cool against ur skin. it smells like rain mght come later. or maybe it’s jst u hoping it does, because rain always makes it easier to feel. to think. to jst.. exist.

sometimes, a pic like dis is not about wat u see, but about everythg u feel when u see it.