At two o'clock in the morning, the boundaries are erased. My..
Added 2025-06-09 20:20:03 +0000 UTCAt two o'clock in the morning, the boundaries are erased. My phone glows in the dark like a forbidden beacon. I text you, “Goodnight”... and then erase it. Instead, I send you the song that was playing in the café tonight. You say, “Is it about us?” I don't know. But now you won't sleep. And neither will I. Midnighters pay double for insomnia: stars in the window and thoughts you can't take back. 🌙📵
