a list of things in the 3 am

i.

my eyes closed, listening to the mechanical humming of the radiator

wondering how many times I’ve been in this same place

but how every time, nothing’s ever been the same

except the noise of hmmm …

ii.

there’s billions of unique planets out in space,

and stars that sweep across the sky,

yet I still can’t bring myself to believe

that I’m worth something being called ‘original’.

iii.

it’s interesting, really,

how much I’ve laughed about serious situations

knowing that tears escaping from blue chasms

would be more appropriate.

iv.

it’s moments like these,

sitting in the back of a classroom,

watching and laughing with people I’ve grown up with

play games and be idiots,

that I realize that things like these don’t last forever.

Take them for granted while you can.

v.

when you wish upon a star,

it makes a difference who you are.

your difference is what makes you unique

and maybe the stars will recognize you

as someone worthy of their time.

vi.

blank. underestimated. blind.

all these things I see in this hallway but,

I don’t see anything positive.

how scary is that?