2am

it's that time of the morning when i can finally be alone: i bounce ideas off the moon and whisper sweet nothings to my pillow. twilight, a good winter, hazy red wine evenings. . .

me: i haven't mastered nostalgic and neutral yet.

moon: "been over this, so over this."

me: i am happy. i feel nothing. i am hopeful. i feel nothing.

moon: "i wish i could free your mind as i have freed your heart."

me: what might have been lost is me.

moon: "the universe is infinite. she gives us many gifts. there is joy to be had, my friend, there is much joy."

my bed swallows me in its embrace. my heart swells with love and pain.