3AM

Three AM looks nice. It might be the way the sun doesn't shine, or the warm glow of streetlights. The satisfying emptiness, as though the world has been given to you. The way the streets unfold before you a new scene in every pool of light. Everything sparkles and shines even the shadows have a glow.

Other peoples gifts

Cars glitter past in the dark. Sounds from their tires wash over you like the tides endlessly rolling in. Every car full of hopes and dreams with shiny candy colored paint and glittering lights announcing their contents like other peoples gifts on Christmas. Briefly they bring the light then as they pass the darkness engulfs you again until the next wave crests, passes and returns you to darkness...

tie your shoes

"Yea well... With an attitude like that what do you expect", they say.
So often the problem: optimism and pessimism.
They see your observation that things appear to be a certain way
and
they tag you negative, a pessimist.
they fail to notice that you wake up every day,
get out of bed
and
tie your shoes...

Weapon of Mass Destruction

Almost imaginary she possesses a magical unpredictability, a smooth confidence and the shocking beauty that ruined my life. With eyes stolen from a jungle predator and features too perfect to be reproduced by a camera she is able to stop the rotation of the earth with a coy glance. Sadly I may never recover...

Wait...

The Silence of the gun on your bedside table keeps waking you up at odd hours of the night. It never says anything but you know what it means, it is crystal clear what it is telling you. It screams it with the stoic weight with which it sits calmly, quietly, patiently... waiting.