3am thoughts

Do you ever just have those nights

Between the hours of 12 and 3 am,

Where u lie in bed and ponder every single aspect of life

In such detail that it almost becomes an addictive habit,

A debilitation that consumes every minute of the night.

You fall apart in the middle of the night,

Crumbled into a million bits of emotion,

Yet somehow manage to mend all the pieces together,

Becoming whole again before the day starts.

Collecting yourself and appearing as if nothing happened.

The cycle repeats itself.

The night rolls around again and again,

So do the heavy weighted emotions

That only surface during the darkness.