when the silence of the deep nights strikes, the naked soul inside my head wakes up.

it would mumble, hundreds and hundreds of What-Ifs.

What if, i was a better brother.

What if, i was a better son.

What if, i was a better me?

i wouldn't had missed so much, done so much.

It's the silence, that makes the loudest noise.

plus she, is now in a story i can't be a part with.

i hate quiet nights.