Wednesday, March 4, 2009

3 AM

Something about waking up at 3am makes a person feel very lonely. The house is full of people still deep at sleep; the quiet, stillness of an early morning. I haven’t had a haunted 3 am wake up for a long time. Maybe after my dad passed away, for weeks I woke up at 3 am with the pain of his memories. Today I woke up because of my own pain; the internal struggle of my conscious and subconscious mind. I sat for hours staring out of the windows; watching the trees slowly waking up to the morning light. The quiet journey of an early morning wake; this is our little quiet conversation, the confession from soul to soul. I can see the big picture slowly, painfully. I am peeling away my layers of illusion, raw, naked, and discerning. I am no longer running from reality…

3 comments:

wanderwoman said...

This is beautiful and would resonnate with anyone having experienced those wee hour thoughtful wake ups.

Zephyr said...

This happens to all who carries personal questions in mind...

Little White Cloud said...

I surrendered to the universe since I couldn't find the answer based on logic...

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