2am

I’m a firm believer that the best conversations take place at 2am. When the morning dwellers are long since nestled beneath their sheets, eye lids closed and feet curling in from the cold. Because it is only the brave who dare face the clock as it tolls into tomorrow. And it’s at 2am that hearts are raw and fleshy, leaking out secret cries that daylight shames. And it’s only locked within the safety of the night sky that unspoken cries become real. The stars are guardians on the lookout, protecting the weak and the miserable and the madly in love. So while sunrises are nice to see, the true beauty of humanity is revealed at 2am, because then there is no line between being proper and being vulnerable and damn it you’re fucking blessed if you’ve the heart to make it to 2am.

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