Night Passages

Is she worth waking up in the middle of the night, to write about how she makes you feel, in semi conscious metaphors? You choose the reality that is her, over dreams. You choose to turn on the invasive light by your bedside, blinding you to wakefulness, just to write about her. Because you can’t take a risk and forget how she makes you feel. You can’t wait til the morning, because the silence has a tendency to steal away your thoughts, and the morning has a tendency to wash away traces of last night. These are the thoughts you want to keep. The memories you want to hold onto and store in the back of your mind. A feeling you want to remember again, visit when you need to. This is love interrupting sleep. This is bliss interupting bliss.