Awake with Ideas

I close my eyes, hoping to drift away to an alternate reality. Lying down, hoping to be carried away on  a cloud.

But, my mind is too awake. I'm tired, I'm beaten down. But, I can't hide from these thoughts. The thoughts that make me wonder about everything. Like: am I supposed to be here? Or: will nature one day be inexistent? I'm scared because I don't know the answers to those questions. I'm scared because it's 2 a.m. and, for some reason, I'm still awake. I'm thriving with ideas and questions that won't happen until daybreak. Nothing good happens after 2 a.m. Speaking of, while I was on a deep Internet search I found a poem, which I want to share with you:

2:36 am

2 am is for the poets who
can’t sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who’s not there.

For the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget some who left.

2am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other’s arms.
It is for the lonely, the ones
who are in love with the
loved but are not loved in
return.

- L.S.

I like this poem because it's for the lonely. The ones that never get noticed, but notice everything and everyone. The lonely will thrive at night, because they will have the best ideas.

3 a.m. - time to dream.