I had a dream where I was in the middle of the sea on a small boat sailing to the unknown. I do not know if there was another soul accompanying mine, I may have seen a shadow or felt a presence. But I was struck by the awe beauty of the sun gracefully setting before me, it was bright lavender-pink. How divine! How perfectly sublime that scene was. But only I witnessed it. Alone, abandoned, and abhorred.

I looked around me for a clue of where I might be, but there was nothing. Nothing but a sea of crashing waves, and the still water underneath me. I, lost in a sea of nothingness without a compass nor a destination. Without a soul to soothe my frantic heart. Nor the tender touch of a lover’s hand gently pressed on my aching skin. But the sky was greater than my melancholy! It spreads like an endless cry, and its silent echo pierced my heart. I may have found peace for a brief moment there.

I then noticed the shimmering water that had scattered flickers of gold from the sun’s reflection, and I ardently longed to drink its glittering movement. Every glittery drop of water was solely trying to carry my heavy ocean of grief. I came to realize that when the sun and water kissed, the color gold was born. The sun’s final act of love was to surrender itself to the sea. To willingly drown in it. To melt into it; completely, each night. At dusk the two will always merge into one another—

But I, what was I to offer? Who was I to surrender myself to during love’s hour? Into whose arms shall I melt? I saw only insomnia’s fiendish grin when I tried to sleep. The never-ending night passes through me with its sharp silence leaving open wounds. Sometimes, it swallows me, and I remain consumed for months in its cruel solitary darkness. Ever since, I grew to fear the sun’s mournful absence, and I worshipped its light like a sunflower

—My anguished soul wished to cease this heavenly dream for eternity, and hold it close to my tormented flesh till I am healed. For I have never felt such profound waves of sadness and serenity. And before I awoke, I thought, “Even the sea cannot bring me consolation”.

I would tell it everything from,
Secrets, to thoughts, to dreams, to fears
Cause that's what 3:00am is there for,
It's there to listen to your secrets,
And never tell anyone.
It's there to listen to your thoughts,
When no one else will care.
It's there to listen to your dreams,
And help you achieve them.
3:00am is there for people from
Thinkers, to believers, to dreamers,
To writers, to artists, to musicians.
But every once in a while,
We get to a point in life where we wanna be alone,
But we don't wanna be lonely.
And that's what 3:00 am is there for.
To keep you company on your sad days,
To make sure you don't give up,
To make sure you keep dreaming,
To make sure you keep on believing.
So, I'd like to say thank you,
To 3:00 am
For being there for me when no one else was

The everything
of you
is intoxicating,

like rain falling
cold upon
you face
on a holy
Sunday
morning.

the song
of the world
when it
is around
you,

is unlike
anything that
I have heard
before.

a survivor
of a different
time,

a place where
people didn't
run and hide
from their
emotions.

and now
my heart
stands naked
before you.,

and in
this moment
bring me
your redemption
when you
come deep
and full,

under this
stable of
stars tonight.

I will
find you.

and never
forget this
moment again.

I am tempted
to bear my heartache
as pure bitterness,
but
I know that there is
a blissful sweetness
that is
just as accessible.

How shall I carry
my memory of you?
Should your image
be framed in my
petty bitterness?

For you,
I know only
tenderness.
For you,
there is only love.