milly_elisson

3:47 A.M. — 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ..

Published: June 20, 2025 at 1:41:02 AM

3:47 A.M. — 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝.
Everyone’s asleep but me.
The room hums soft — low light, colder floor, silence breathing between the notes. There’s a piano playing like it knows my secrets.
I sit still. Not tired. Just... suspended.
Tonight I’m not looking for answers.
I’m letting the questions touch my skin.
How can something feel like déjà vu if it never really happened?
Why do I crave moments that only live in my head?
I move a little, just enough to remind myself I’m real.
But my mind’s already walking somewhere else —
barefoot, moonlit, untouchable.
Not lonely. Just... untamed.
There’s a rhythm in me the world doesn’t hear.
And that’s exactly how I like it.