Allure

I do my best writing at 3am.

When the roads are quiet and all I hear is the slight rumbling of a fan who’s time above me may be coming to an end. It’s worn in the best way, like the sheets on my bed after a wild night, tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. Waking up to the glow from the small lamp in the corner of my room, keeping me apprised of what’s going on during the silence of the night. That silence is when all my thoughts come to a head and I think of every damn thing.

The man who burned me, the one who came after that I prayed would take his place.

The bad taste wanting that to happen so bad left in my mouth.. The fear of the day ahead and the stress of the day before. The book that is so good I have to take pauses in reading to write this note in my phone to tell you all — I do my best writing at 3am.

In case you were wondering, it’s after 3am and I’m writing you. Not because I’m sad, not even because I’m stressed. But because my thoughts were coming to a head and I had to get them out. At this time I’m able to think. I’m able to map out my desires, my shortcomings, my fears, my passions; everything that makes me, me. Knowing that, it gives me the push to pray for the things I want and imagine the things I’ll have one day. So, I thought I’d end with letting you know that all of this is the very reason I do my best writing at 3am. If you’re up too and your mind is running as wild as mine, we should stay up and write together sometime.

Thelms