12:30am. Silence is through the house except for the air purifier which has a low, soothing hum. I’m laying in my bed, upside down – feet where my head goes and my head where my feet goes. I still smell a faint scent of the coconut honey perfume I sprayed on earlier in the day. With ink and blank pages in hand… I write out every last gritty detail of my heart. Writing is so freeing… and its easier than talking.
I love 12:30am’s, they make you so raw and real.