As the clock nears the hour, life is put in perspective

2 AM was a feeling she knew well

Just past nighttime, it transformed into another place altogether

Where hiding one's secrets became easier

2 AM was a feeling she liked

Nothing came to light at 2 AM because there was no light at all

She could hide beneath her skin and disappear from the world

Nobody really exists at 2 AM

You're all alone at that time

So removed from the world, solitude

2 AM is the habitual rapture... everyone but you disappears

Then her secrets are truly her own

Nobody else can possess them

She can scream them aloud if she wanted to

Because 2 AM is a freedom unlike anything she's ever known

2 AM is the antithesis to modern life

It's a delirious sort of freedom, like the freedom after a revolution

It's precarious and short-lived

She lives for 2 AM

Like a lover that comes at unexpected hours

2 AM appears and demands rapt attention

But, just like that lover, 2 AM must go back to its place, its wife

And she is left alone... with the world fast approaching

Yet she will always await 2 AM's advances

Because its mere existence, its sweet and unfulfilling promises

Make her feel human again.

Blogging inspired by "Yellow" by Coldplay. Photo credit Nathan Sawaya