different at night

Things sound different at midnight,

the dark is so much lighter,

The noises so much louder,

Every creak causes a jump,

Every movement causes a flinch,

Opening and closing doors is like dropping a heavy book in a library.

Things feel so much different at one in the morning,

Sitting alone in the dark,

A slight detachment from daytime life,

The moon is in the dark sky,

the stars sparkling, 

no longer hidden by the sun’s brightness.

Things work differently at two o’clock AM,

A feeling of tiredness is behind the eyes,

The body’s bones ache, energy depleted,

The mind is foggy, thoughts running wild,

Making perfect sense and none at all,

A dreamlike state, tiredness confirms isn’t real.

Things are different at three at night,

Whispers shout,

Lights burn bright as the sun,

Pitch black is colorful,

The air holds a mystical quality,

But if you take a second,

to stop. and look. and listen.

Everything is exactly the same.