Absolutely Nothing, yet everything
3 am has always been a ponderous time for me. Whenever I can’t sleep I count the lines in the ceiling and the cracks in the walls. I listen to the whir of the fan, or the gentle hum of a heater. There are small infinities in everything I see at 3 am. Even though I long to be asleep, and all of my thought won’t make sense in the morning, I would not trade these thoughts for anything. When I am too tired, don’t have enough strength to even hate myself, these are the times I truly just am. The great and powerful am, there are no what if’s. I exist only in the space of my room, in a small house, in a small town. All of my dreams are spun into realities, all of my fears don’t have their hold on me anymore. With my whole being, I think, and dream, and exist. Now, I know exactly what it means to be a night owl
