It’s three in the morning.
And the room has never looked this quiet before.
It’s too cold and I can’t feel my feet.
This might be the longest hours we need to defeat,
with thoughts beyond space and looping playlist between our ears.
Can we really survive this one too?
How many hours left?
How the wall feels there?
All the little thoughts and the big debates.
Is it matter now?
It’s still cold and I still cannot feel my feet.
Maybe, this is the cold that will last longer than we thought it would be.
But we don’t have Pause button anymore.
Let’s survive another night so we can meet yet a warm morning soon.