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…