It's 3:30 AM and I'm awake again.
It's quiet out and not as soul stirs, only the sound of cars far in the distance. There's a cool breeze blowing, but it doesn't seem dark. It would be nice to go out and just meander, drifting around in an empty sleeping city.
I went to the beach once before dawn, braving biting rain and fingers blue. I wonder what it would feel like to be there now, weather neither cold no warm, and to feel the sea stirring the sand over my feet.
I have a memory, of silence and dark, no bright sun glaring and burning the eyes. Camping in the forest, I wandered off alone one night for a bit and stopped to look up. The trees all converging to the heavens, a slow rain began to fall, like tears from the moon, and I watched each drop fall. A memory that doesn't break the heart because it was tied to noone then.
My heart beats easier when the sun is down.
My fingers are numb but my hands burn and everything feels fuzzy. I'm not tired but my eyes feel heavy and sticky. There's a subdued commotion outside and I wonder what kind of person would break something as beautiful as this silence. Birds are starting to wake now and I know this won't last.
It's 4:30 AM and I wish for sleep again.