3 a.m and I still hear the ambulance on the near by streets.
It's been this way for two weeks or more. I can hear the ambulance almost every hour, every day, even late night like just now. Some days, I can even hear around 50 ambulances in two hours.
It's a complicated feeling to be extracted from. A hint of sadness, fear, frustration, gratitude, and many more, combined into one feeling that I don't have the name yet.
3 a.m, I used to love the night and it's silence so very much. Now, I'm just trapped in between the light and the darkness.
I wonder, how long will it be till I love my nights again.