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2 AM

if you’re only truly yourself at 2 A.M.

then i’m *******

 

because i’m all never ending nonsensical babble

and maniacal hysterical laughter

and psychedelic daydreams

and unconsciously conscious

and loose lips.

 

and i’ve got heightened senses and it scares me sometimes

it scares whomever i’m with sometimes too

 

i find everything hilarious

from the ceiling to the floor

i’m absolutely delirious

and i run my mouth more than i should

 

i tell secrets, i share gossip

my brain takes a short vacation

and my filter shuts down

and even my subconscious seems to have the day off

 

and there i am

on a bed, on the floor, on a couch, in a room

in somewhere, with somebody, doing something

 

and i go crazy.

 

so if you’re only truly yourself at two o’clock in the morning

i’m gonna sleep through the night every night

and hope i don’t wake up until it’s nine.

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shazi-l
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Aug 31, 2010
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