the midnight is my time of night.
or morning, i guess you could say.

the house is quiet, and my dreams take flight.
i dream all the time, but always better in night than day.

the hum of the fan combined with the tapping of my fingers on keys
makes my mind so creative and free.

i think of all possibilities and of my love and how happy i am
but every now and then, my worst fear creeps in instead.
my thoughts are hopeful and optimistic, and then, bam.
i curl up in bed and my thoughts are now filled with dread.