2 AM !
The city sleeps and I am cutting a line of ambiance talking to the moon. The Moon is bright tonight and as beautiful as it is. I am reminded how alone I feel staring at the moon on a summer night meant for more than going home to an empty bed. This story is of every insomniac person who suffers from Nictofilia. I am one of them. I find peace in darkness. To be in the crowd yet far away from them is to be alone. It’s good to be alone at 2 AM. I know what I am doing is just a young man with soul much older than the rundown building that permeate the town. 2AM is for the photographers who aim at the sky and record millions of light year history in just one click. It is the time of the poet who collects all the pain in the day and sits alone in darkness and screams in his poems. 2AM is for the philosopher who becomes the vigilante out of his philosophy and dream to change the world. 2AM is not for ordinary people, they sleep in their illusions. 2AM is for those who hold thei...