tiredness. or just a mess? there is no words in the night, but there is music, sometimes damp light and a sure feeling of the knowledge having other people around you - sleeping, not knowing in their warm dreams that somewhere close is someone who cannot sleep. so the music keeps sending every second of the time that passes as a engine that keeps the night running, feels like the sounds in one point become oxygen and you get paranoid about the electricity going away... did I wrote tired already?
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