3 am

3 am.

It's the best time to think. To breathe and be alive.

To see the stars, out there. Blinking down on us.

To listen to loosely indie music and shuffle artists you've never heard of.

To walk around the ghost street with your friends, out for coffee or donuts.

To talk to that special person. About music, life, and the future.

It's the worst time to think. To cry and be alive.

To think dark thoughts and hover over that one chasm.

To see your fears, your mightmares on repeat.

To feel the invisible burden settle on you once again.

To feel unbelieveable lonely.

But, there is a certain spell at 3 am. It's like time has stopped, or has been streched out. Anything and everything feels possible. That's why its the best time to be dreaming.

3 am.