3:19am

The world is quiet

My thoughts are private

My heart beating is the metronome of the passing minutes

Breaths are labored visits

My mind is loud and scattered

Outlandish ideas become gathered, then fractured

No expectations

Heightened sensations

Life’s biggest frustrations

Is anyone else out there lucid

Is anyone else out there wounded

I feel asleep but I am awake

These thoughts constrict around my brain like a hungry snake

Everything becomes hazy

Old memories return vaguely

Everything starts to feel nostalgic strangely

You realize you’ve been feeling sad lately

No not faintly but greatly

You’re overthinking this maybe

You’re just being a cry baby

3:21am

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