The Beauty of the Sleeping Day

by Heesman

First published

What thoughts pass one's mind in the mids of the night?

It's an individual experience than none can foretell.

Is it distant memories held dear to one's heart? Or is it just a simple flashback of an event just a few days ago?

None. Can. Tell. But. Yourself.

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*About the cover image*
I have personally asked the artist and have gotten green light in using his work. The artist is lytano