The silence of city streets at 2 a.m. is like poetry. Poetry that fills the mind and embodies the senses. The poetry of self-reflection and self-realization that's never pretty or satisfying.
It's the walk I've taken alone back to hotels in cities around the world.
And it seems that it will never end.
life is strange, yet it is wonderful. silence is inevitable to know thy self. =D
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