3AM Thoughts.

I should sleep.

But I’m still here. Thinking. Feeling. Floating.

Not sad. Not happy. Just… in it.

I keep thinking someone’s gonna text me.

But no one ever does at 3AM.

Except regret. She’s always up.

Anyway,

Did I forget to turn the dryer off?

I feel like I’m healing.

Like I’m finally becoming someone I can live with.

But then I remember what I lost just to get here.

Why do I still miss people I prayed to forget?

I love where I am in life.

But I thought they’d be here too.

God, are You listening?

I think You are.

You must be.

Because I’m still breathing.

Because You let me see what didn’t destroy me.

It’s quiet.

But not lonely quiet.

More like the quiet that hugs you after a storm.

I don’t know what’s coming.

But something is.

I can feel it in my chest.

A shift. A pull.

Hope, maybe.

I used to be scared of the dark.

Now I write in it.