1:45 AM

šŸ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

The branches gently sway

As the wind blows accompanied by its cool night breeze on a night even the stars didn’t bother to be present

Everything was still as if it was all fitted into a painting

A few meters ahead, hanging from an isolated pole a street light shone

From across the light, by the window he forced himself eye witness to the calm through the opened louvres.

Up by 1:45am when the weather cant be any better for sleep

Thinking about love, reassessing his decisions through life… asking himself the same question over and over again….

What went wrong?

@jorjhero

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