Journal Entry

2.52 AM

Still awake.

The lenses don’t make the world clearer —
they only show how much of it is still moving.

Behind me the city glows in soft circles of light.
Taxis pass. Windows flicker.
Someone, somewhere is laughing.

The night keeps going.

And I keep watching.

Insomnia does that.
It turns you into a quiet witness
to hours most people never see.