3:00AM

Under moonlight I bathe in brightness

Watching candles burn out to the ends of the wicks

My muses come to cradle these thoughts as portals start opening

It's three in the morning and I should be snoring but I've become struck by the moon

Wondering how it ever got up there and if its artificial but I guess I'll never know

Intrigued by the mysteries

you may have a hard time finding me because I am never anywhere you ever go

Yet it's so ironic that I long for companionship but also wanna be left alone

Just letting these thoughts spill at will

However they come is how it is and how they will be

Nothing to decipher

I'm just a night writer applying pressure to the paper until this pen bleeds

Feeling the heaviness of my eyelids

Trying to stay awake but I slip in and out of dreams

Keeping a pad by my bed side just so I can record all that I have seen

and try connecting what I see at night to my waking life to see if I can alter things

Like inception

I'm awake but probably asleep in a deeper dream

Struck by the moon and caught up in REM

but when I awake I probably won't remember a thing