3 AM
I wake up,
eyes remained closeㅡletting the darkness of my own consume me, whilst shoving all the little twinkling stars gradually showing.
"I should sleep,"
4 AM
I am up.
Eyes wide open as the walls around me dissolves into the universe I thought I could only imagine.
"How can I sleep?"
5 AM
I'm still up,
pen squeezed tightly in my palms, as I trace all the lonely stars, forming the constellation of my own. The ink made its way to my paper, and at last, the universe gave my room another chance to retain its features.
"Finally, I could sleep."
YOU ARE READING
5 AM Thoughts
Poetrysometimes unspoken. sometimes unheard. ˬ ͜ ˬ start: May 20, 2020 end: July 24, 2020 ˬ ͜ ˬ take time to read... thank you! ♡ ˬ ͜ ˬ credits to Matt Gaser for d lovely forest sunset picture i used in d cover ♡
