The 5 AM post

There is something different with being awake when everyone else is asleep. The feeling of peace, of knowing that you would be the first one to see the sunrise, the first one to be hit with the morning breeze. The first one.

There is a charm to be the only living soul in the night, of being like a guardian, a case of dismissed fantasy. There is something to this case of being half drunk, half asleep, half high, half low. It is like being in between the light and the dark.

There is a mystery to it, something that only some understand...

There is something beautiful with being blanketed by the soft light of the night and of the dawn, something like blank ether, something to make the muscles relax, to make the ligaments bend, and the bones creak, something to make the breath exhale, and not inhale for a spare of a second.

There is something unique with being alone, it takes away all noise, and music, it takes away all familiarity, but does not call for indifference. There is this gorgeousness to it, it makes everything so far far far away.

I am an incumbent dream, and nothing but it, I might not post this and the time may be off. But I am that piece of something in the middle of the night, drunk with silence, and comforted by the creaks and the blows of the wind. I am that stranger to the familiar bed, that unknown voice that does not speak. I am nothing......just maybe a hallucination of a girl who is stripped down and bared for all to see.

I am nothing, and I watch words pour out, and hear the scrape of the laddle hit the bottom, like the claws of the cat scratching the wall, and see the morning rise up...and i am gone.