What no one tells you about 3 AM
Is what no one knows about 3 AM
But it is a foreign place
That is more dead than I could have ever imagined
The morning makes me nervous;
The headaches, the nausea and the panic of being alive when others are dead
But that's just waking up
If you never fell asleep, the world is a different place
A place of beauty, of silence
Of sunrises, of birds
And the bow of a boat breaking across the waves
is the sensation I never knew I needed to feel
fast asleep, below deck
Waking up is harder than going to sleep, so I think I may just stay awake forever- or maybe sleep forever- to avoid the dreaded part
So maybe I can hear the waves, or the frogs chirping, or birds wings flapping,
Like a taxi racing down the wrong side of an empty highway while the rest of the world sleeps besides me, and the driver who is dozing at the wheel hitting the pedals abruptly
Breaks. Gas. Breaks. Gas. Breaks. Gas. Break-
Right now I wish I was asleep. Right now I wish my head was on my mothers shoulder, which always softened for me like a knife cutting through butter. Right now I wish someone was here for me, and that the driver was awake, and that if I hadn't been staring out the window so long I would have noticed him dozing off, would have noticed the water which his headlights were pointed towards, would have noticed the boat-
But oh out of all the things I ever could have wished
How I wish that I could be
A morning person
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Poetry and All Things Alike
Poetrypoetry, short stories and a collection of everything else. these are the ongoing thoughts that run through my brain day by day, and a measure of life and what I know of it. everything on here is original work by me.
