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Something happened between dawn and day
Something happened to change my way
Digging trenches to bury the pain
The path i'm on cant remain
So long as i hear the subtle refrain

And you say Find yourself here in sunlight's aim
Find yourself here in mountainous terrain
Find yourself here and let it drain
Trust in that Nothing will be the same

I'm thirsting for an elixir found in a name
Searching for a remedy
In a melody's maze
Knowing truth is beyond this shame
Livin for hope in revel raised
Cursing the words keeping me sane
Knowing nothing will happen today
Watching the sun burn out its blaze
Wishing tomorrow never came

And you say find yourself here in sunlight's aim
Find yourself here in mountainous terrain
Find yourself here and let it drain
Trust in that Nothing will be the same

When will the sky fall
When will it end
When will monotony no longer spin
The web of my life's beginning and end

And i'll Find You here in sunlight's aim
I'll find You here in mountainous terrain
I'll find You here and let it drain
You'll be my elixir, You'll be my name
Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where almost nothing ever happens and the universe sits mostly still, where indie music is life and where photography is heaven. Where silence is golden and life is absolute. Where we all wish to be, and where only a select few of us can go and handle it.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we lie in limbo, waiting for the sun to come up, the moon to go down, the median between life and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness. Where Your eyes open wide, where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite. Where we wait to see the beginning, the middle, and the end.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to the dead, the living, the mourning, the crying, the sad, the happy, the over energetic, the under enthusiastic, the over enthusiastic, the insomniac, the insane, the beautiful, the quiet, the peaceful, the thoughtless and thoughtful, the kind, the caring, the listeners, the wonderful and magnificent, the open minded and wide eyed sleepless.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we wander, searching for answers in our sleep. Where we wait for contact and a view into what we think is the future, and where here, we wait for the future. Where we sleep only to be dreaming of our answers we are searching for and never getting the full answer to questions like-
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Who do I love?"
"Who loves me?"
"Why am I here?"
"What awaits me today?"
"Who thinks of me?"
"Who are my friends?"
"Who are my foes?"
"Who are the friendless?"
"Who am I to judge someone?"
"Who are they to judge me?"
"What is left for there to question if I already know the answers to my questions?"

This is what we ask, and wait for...

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where our mindless infinite, grows! To be ever infinite into the oblivion of exaggerated proportions and ridiculous time! Where everything meets the beginning, the middle and the end. Where life dies, starts, and lives once more for us as humanity to enjoy through one more day, for us to catch our breath, and to breathe the dead and living. For our eyes to capture the very beauty of life through blinking as if our eyes where the lens to a camera and our brains the film to feed it.

All in one quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and insane, hour. Everything lives, dies, and starts over again.

Welcome to the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Welcome to 4 A.M.
Welcome to life.

Good morning.
I fumble my tongue to please my brain. To ensue the passion of hilarity for others through the shame I lack.

If you write, you write wrong. No, sorry, you write incorrectly... No still not the right writing.

The grammar you possess is lacking enthusiasm in construction and production.

You fumble words in a loose platonic, exploitive passion of hilted disappointment.

Grammar and creation grow as production does. One-to-one the tower grows on an even playing field of iron I-beams and the office on aluminum T shaped cubical walls.

I apologize profusely if this has been difficult to process. Let us consider this a difficult simulation of your current level on sentence structure, and comprehensive understanding.
my days are dull and i am sad,
oh how i needed you just a tad,
i feel empty and completely crushed,
my feelings for you were maybe rushed,
sorry to say it didn't work out,
i need to let go and no longer pout,
because with you in the end,
ill be crashing around the bend
when you look at me
your eyes shine
when you touch me
its like heaven

how i feel when your near  me
you are the only one
you make me complete
in my life

feeling amazing all the time
i feel like im on cloud nine
when im with you
i just cant get enough  of you

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