3am is for the fearless.
The ones who aren’t intimidated--
by life;
by silence;
by darkness;
by love;
by loneliness.

3am is when the soul relishes in its blackest pitch
and learns to illuminate.

3am isn’t an hour.
It is a lifestyle.

space between good friends:
always much too far apart--
heart pulled many ways.

It doesn’t sadden me to leave,
but to be left.
It saddens me to leave
to go home.

It saddens me
when the world is moving, living,
and I am longing.

It saddens me
that there is a world
that I have never known and never will.

Because I am here.

When the world is moving, living,
and I am longing,

when there are spheres
that I have never known
because I am here.

Because I have always been here--
held down by the tame and familiar,

expelled by that which is unfamiliar,
and yet unknown.

Indeed the forces which beckon me bind me still
and I am here.

I am here.

Still here
still longing
still waiting, wishing,
wanting

for when my chains will wither
and my world will be wielded
instead by will and conviction
to one day hear.