it's 4:37 a.m. and i've written about this before. but i will write about it again. because these hours feel good. everything is sort of calm and quiet and far away, not the far away that likes to follow me around like a heavy shadow. a far away that blurs things away. the things i can't block from my eyes, the things i can't shut from my ears. it feels like i'm underwater. it's a floating feeling that feels safe and still, rather than that frustrating confusion like a question you know you'll never get the answer to. this calm and quiet that hid between everything else, all the spinning and the noise. these in-between hours. i think for now this will be my haven.
