3am and I cannot sleep in the sublet apartment. There is a golden muted (because it is late and indecent to be raucous at such a rare moment of quiet) contentment washed over my body that’s finally at peace with itself in the privacy of a separate room from others. I cannot bear to wake up to an unknown day; there is much to savor in this soft moment filled with unspoken poetry, and so I continue thinking and typing while the others are lost in their dreams a wall away.
sorry guys but there is no one else awake right now. cyberspace and your eyes are my companions at this time.