Poem
2 AM
2026-09-02·Manushresth
For the nights when the world gets quieter and your head gets louder.
At 2 AM
the room becomes honest.
No notifications.
No conversations.
No one asking
how you're doing.
Just the ceiling,
the fan,
and every thought
you successfully avoided
during the day.
Some nights
I want an answer.
Some nights
I just want the night
to end.
But sometimes
I think
the quiet isn't asking me
to solve anything.
Maybe it's just asking me
to stay.