There's something about being awake alone late at night.
Like how my mind is running from one thing to another, from the big picture to small details. Like how I started to reminisce all these memories & then realized how certain seem-to-be-insignificant moments turns out to be utterly significant now. I love how quite the night is while how loud my mind is. I just love the fact that I could read my books & get drown into it without any disturbance.
it's more like I'm alone with myself but never lonely.
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