In the late hours, when nothing feels real. When you can no longer hold all those buried emotions; you pour them out on a paper. These nights bring out Fear, Love, Confusion and an uncertainty of the future.

Every poem in this little collection has been written in one of such hazy moments. They are all random creation i made this last year. They are clumsily written and outright erratic, just like the feeling they try to hold. Dedicated to the night and all the night owls.