3 am we meet again.

This time I'm not screaming at the sky asking God why.

I'm painting a picture with the colors of the night, and embracing the most difficult part of this fight.

I am falling in love with myself again.

I feel beautiful.

My words make me feel like I am worth something.

I could spend days losing myself in the way my ink fills blank pages.

I comfortably lose my mind to the wonders of this world, I feel at peace, I feel complete.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-