by Kelsey Allan

Created on: January 26, 2009

At 2:30 am,

I sat.

I was alone,

in the thickness

of a night without a moon.

The air was wet,

and I could smell the cleansing

of a coming rain.

I felt like I could live forever

in such a world as 2:30 am,

with penetrating silence

and surrounding walls of sleep.

There was no sound,

no color or light,

no complexities to regard.

I sat,

in 2:30 am's arms,

and I prayed for an extension

of that intermission

between night and day,

where morning isn't light at all,

where morning is just gray.

And, for the first time in my life,

I felt awakened and alive-

at 2:30 am.

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