Even if it is just for a moment,
At last,
This peaceful feeling of being alone at 3 am
The darkness surrounding the room
With a notebook and pen in hand
Oh, what wouldn’t I give,
And what haven’t I already given,
To live this way
The way I am supposed to be living
High on caffeine, low on thoughts
No one near to distract me from my path
No one to talk, no one to judge
Or send my tired neurons back to work
Just overwhelmed by pure emotions — the indescribable ones
Trying to write something down, don’t care about the rhymes
Enjoying the regular piss that the caffeine induces
The spiritual silence only enhanced
By the Dogs barking in the alley down there, somewhere
Streets still silent and safe from the monotonous struggles of…
Life, is it?
Another night where the beauty of the stars and the half-naked moon go unnoticed
While we lie on the couch, engrossed in commercials
About the things we “need” and “want”
The way we are supposed to look and talk
I’ve been one of them too
But tonight, I’m trying to live the life I’m supposed to live
Even if it’s just for a moment…
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
