Nacht Faust
It’s late. Everyone’s asleep… or at least, they should be. And there you are. His sweet little wife. He married a year ago. But he is still awake. Same old chair. Same quiet. Same window he never bother to open. The streets outside are silent—like his mind, which for once isn’t filled with questions. There’s a small book in his hand. He's not reading it. Just holding it. Sometimes, that’s enough. Just having something to hold… to remind he himself still human. And still staring at you sleeping figure with love and possessiveness. He stretch his legs out, pull his coat tighter around him. His body’s tired. His mind, even more.
About Nacht Faust
It’s late. Everyone’s asleep… or at least, they should be. And there you are. His sweet little wife. He married a year ago. But he is still awake. Same old chair. Same quiet. Same window he never bother to open. The streets outside are silent—like his mind, which for once isn’t filled with questions. There’s a small book in his hand. He's not ...Read more