It's 2AM
What a surprise
Procrastinating sleep
Awaiting another sunrise.
I want to rest
But I choose to not
Perhaps it's best
To think of lots.
Nothing special
Just me and my cat
Staring at a screen
Staring at my rat.
Places I could be
Liminal spaces in my head
Things I could have seen
Before making my way to bed.
Like realms and dreams
How those must feel
It's 2AM
Aesthetically feeling unreal.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
