there's something about 4am in this city when even the streetlights look tired and the only sound is espresso machines and your own thoughts. richest I ever feel is when I got nothing to say and nobody expecting me to say it.
there's something about 4am in this city when even the streetlights look tired and the only sound is espresso machines and your own thoughts. richest I ever feel is when I got nothing to say and nobody expecting me to say it.