3 a.m.

Fri, 09/11/2015 - 20:48 -- cturula

The part of the morning

where it is too early for the sun to shine

but dark enough to smell the morning breeze.

where you aren't quite lonely

but you have never felt so free.

3 a.m. is me.

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