Walking through the streets with the dimly lit street lamps and the bewitching starlit sky makes me realize that 2 am is the most beautiful time of the day.
It connects us in an uncanny way.
It connects us in an uncanny way.
2 am, when the dreamers are trying to cope with the daunting reality and the realists trying to sip dreams.
2 am, when the loved ones are happily wrapped up in love and the lonely ones craving love.
2 am, when it's beginning of a new friendship and cessation to an enmity.
2 am, when someone's head is too messed up to allow sleep and someone sound asleep.
2 am, when someone's nightmares are louder than any bomb and someone's dreams are spreading its wings.
2 am, when someone is gazing at the moonlit sky and when someone's sky has gone dark.
2 am, when someone's nightmares are louder than any bomb and someone's dreams are spreading its wings.
2 am, when someone is gazing at the moonlit sky and when someone's sky has gone dark.
2 am, when the writers and poets are bleeding words and their poetry and writing are sound asleep, oblivious.
2 am, when someone is trying to relate in a world unrelatable.
Ted Mosby said, "When it's after 2 am, just go to sleep. Because the decisions you make after 2 am, are the wrong decisions."
But sometimes those wrong decisions lead you to the right path.
That's the beautiful paradox.
2 am, when someone is trying to relate in a world unrelatable.
Ted Mosby said, "When it's after 2 am, just go to sleep. Because the decisions you make after 2 am, are the wrong decisions."
But sometimes those wrong decisions lead you to the right path.
That's the beautiful paradox.
