There's something especially fascinating about the wee hours of the morning, don't you think?
The world is eerily quiet and you're completely consumed in your own thoughts.
3 AM will search out the corners of your mind and blow the dust off old memories.
I often wonder why darkness invites sadness. It's a funny thing, really.
It's like someone sent a letter on my behalf formally requesting the thoughts of old lovers or friendships that ended in tragedy to come lie in my bed with me tonight.
I feel if I roll over I might get stabbed in the back by the sharp edge of a painful memory I've long forgotten about.
I lay here like this until light begins to peel through my window and the sun seems to run off the night. Saving me from myself yet again.