2AM is certainly not for the happy people. Especially when you know the time and it still seems a distant dream to reach the dawn. Never forget that the storm will pass, the night will end, and a new day will always dawn. Said someone, I believe. But what about the time frame when it's hard to face the storm, the night is too long and the dawn is nowhere to be seen. In my world, that is when the 2AM thoughts crop up and start to haunt you.
I'm sure nobody is alien to these feelings but what helps here is the 2AM call....from a friend or from a certain someone who matters. The comforting voice that assures you that it's gonna be alright, the one that lingers and puts you to sleep. What happens when you hear it fading away? The heart breaks, the dream shatters and everything goes dismal with the crack of the dawn.
That's the thing about 2AM thoughts. They come out right from the pit of your stomach and haunts you incessantly until nothing else matters. Dependency acts as the only healer then. Now what sucks is the question if this dependency is for your own good or in the coming days it's gonna scare the living daylights out of you. If latter, God forbid as in this case it's like a drug that gives you relief at the moment but eats you alive later.
The wise thing is to always keep in mind that you're on your own in the world that you've grown. So, brace yourself, buckle up tight and take life, one blow at a time.
Until later,
G
