2 AM Scribbles..
There is nothing I find more beautiful than these dead hours. Soon before the sun will rise, early morning, but the stars have yet to stop shining. To my eyes, it is still dusk. All the peace, all the tranquility in the world that we have searched for all these years has been hidden in this paradise aglow forgoing dawn.

Lightning. This scene is now chaotic, full of storm and rain, ah, to my ears it is soothing and magnifiscent. A particular dream of mine: to be in love under this inclusive blanket of emptiness that makes us feel so absolute.

One day, let everyone witness this perfection.
Heaven is on earth when no one is watching...