Ask me anything.
“ 4 am is a secret,
A quiet storm brewing in the hollow of my chest.
The day after war, when the world is in silent in mourning.
The blarring silence makes it so that, I can even hear my fragile bones creak.
Everything seems possible and nothing feels sane.
Never count your scars at 4 am,
You will find scars that you didn’t even know existed, the light of day hides many things that the dark of 4 am is not in the business to with hold.
My mother told me that night can drive a woman mad,
but what if the 4 am moon turns us all into the wolves of our true nature..
The truth has dried flaking to dust,
I write my name in it,
Like books on a shelf that haven’t been touched since my grandparents were still inlove.
Brace yourself against the 4 am shadow the one that comes in the delusion of fatigue.
It tempts you into love,
the 4 am allure is breathtaking,
so beautiful that you almost forget how much it hurts.
In my experience 4 am comes like a tidal wave and brings with it every regret that your tired eyes have chosen to forget,
I press my thighs together and hope to not feel anything that 4 am brings,
But I am not immune to wanting even though I try to be.
If you weren’t sleeping,
What would you be doing now?
Who would you be thinking about?
At three I was thinking something less deafening but now I am wondering how at 4 am I can be so empty.
If love exists why is it so elusive?
Why have I left my name in the cracks of beds only to be forgot In the morning?
Why didn’t my mother give me a name that takes years to say?
How can someone forget you when your name is still coming off of their tongue?
Why, after all of the lovers I’ve taken is there still something I’m searching for. ”
Key Ballah —www.KeyWrites.com, 4 am and a King (via keywrites)
“ Bibliotropic. Like sunflowers are heliotropic, they naturally turn towards the sun. We naturally turn towards the bookshop. ”
Among Others by Jo Walton (via booksturnmugglesintowizards)