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N I G H T A G A I N

august 19, 2019

N  I  G  H  T      A  G  A  I  N

3 a.m.
favorite playlist
looping through my heart
and back to where my thoughts lurk
behind the darkness of the night,
awaiting sunrise.
an empty harbor—
sudden—
a surge crashes,
releasing
the newfound hope,
a foreigner
lifts me from the water.
a touch of grace
upon my reckless self,
a gift,
an itch to create,
closed eyes of swimming ideas,
soul flying,
a wing of motivation,
a wing of inspiration—
take me away to utopia.
manic mind kisses prussian blue skies,
dancing with streetlights,
laughter in a sleeping neighborhood.
what is this?
content,
a timeless moment
within a life of fear.
let me embrace this warm early morning
after another sickly summer,
let me enjoy this high while it lasts,
as foreign visitors must depart,
let me break from the normal routine
of hate, anxiety, and failure,
let me live,
let me love.