Dawning Creations

It’s after 2 A.M.
I’m feeling rushed.

Turning these pages to find more room.
I’m idiotically in the moment, silencing these feverish callings beckoning me to think on.

It’s after 2 A.M., bewitching hour.
It leaves me hungry.
I’m a servant to no one at all on the weekends but wide awake,
unhitched.

What is freedom without clarity, without clarity.
Madness.

It’s nearing 3 A.M.
My mind is still in overdrive,
thoughts careening, crashing and smashing into another.

I write them down on solid paper.
I’m aiming to steal back what’s mine and hopefully get some sleep soon.