Tuesday, May 31, 2016

4:31 am

It's 4:31 am and I'm up before the world. They don't know what I'm thinking, what lies beneath my thoughts as it began to wonder. I scribble it down if I want it remembered; black inks of solitude in a blank canvas that is staring at me. Perhaps they can tell you my secret; what hurts me, what makes me laugh, what I wish for. Just like this where I hear no sound but the voices in my head telling me of what I should do and where I should be. Not here, just not here.

Then 5:47 am hits and I'm not sure if I can take on the world.