3 am feels like home.
a coin toss between a silver lining
or an all-time low.
the author of my loudest fears
and my brightest colors.
a safety net in the dark
that you’ll find me in.
the best and worst of me
meet in the middle
like a duel set at dawn.
my fears come to life inside my brain
and they ask “are the colors in the sky no longer your favorite?”
before i hit the rocks at the bottom.
there is comfort in the stillness.
a gasp of air echoes under starlight
and i am a homebody shrouded in its warmth.
the darkest lows linger in the quiet.
i am unsure if i am real or a dream,
but the ticking holds me in its clutches
and i know that i am alive, just.
3 am is neither friend nor foe,
yet i yearn for it all the same.
