Genesis of 3AM

Sweet Lies.

Often when the truth hurts,the mind finds a way to cover it up with sweet lies. The lies made of each and everything that you have ever wished for. The endless conversations,the scripted happenings playing out in your mind hoping that they would happen someday and you better be prepared.

'What if?' is the question that decorates your nights,the possibilities provoke you,haunt you. The curiosity electrifies the  parched soul that awaits the drop of answers to the universe. The darker and darker the night gets,the deeper and deeper you swim into the ocean of possibilities,theories, and dive into the ocean of conspiracies.

Your wise mind tries to assure itself that it is merely a mirage,beautiful hallucinations caused by your restless soul in search of a reason,that is nothing but utterly gilded excuses to save you from the nomad that is entrapped in you. 

The stars dazzle in your abysmal eyes,sleep tending your soul to let it go,making your let go of the rope of the sweet lies and your wild imagination,to let go for now since you will undoubtedly return to this bewitched place;to find your answers,to compose your artistries and to provide yourself with peace and catharsis.

You will nevertheless forget this by the time the sun is shimmering in the ceaseless horizon but you like a child who finds his peace in beloved house corner will return back as the sun sets and the moon rises. To think and to find and to test your theories and reason and conscience. 

You are always welcome in your enchanting crib,the place where you are the ruler and the server. Your own secret. The churner of your truths and the provider of your very own sweet lies.