4 a.m.

What a vulnerable time.

When you're so tired, but somehow still awake.

How you long for conversations because you seem to be just a tad bit more brave.

4 a.m.

Only a handful of people have experienced this hour with you.

Whether it was crazy and fun, or deep and dark, this time always haunts you.

4 a.m.

So, why do I keep waking up waiting for something to happen?

I wake up, stare at the ceiling and recall all of these vulnerable times.

Especially the times I spent with you.

4 a.m.

It's you that I think about.

You're the reason I wake up and have to instantly write.

I have to write to get things off my chest so I can breathe again.

But, here's to making 4 a.m. into something new.

Here's to everyone who wakes up at 4 a.m. feeling lonely and terribly confused.

The ones who cry over the boys who broke their hearts, or who smile over the ones who are "fixing" them again.

Here's to the ones who are desperately seeking God, or something bigger than themselves because they have realized they can't do life on their own.

Here's to the war that people fight in their heads, but finally get to see the sunrise.

Here's to the 4 a.m. that became joyous because you're not fearful anymore.

Forget 4 a.m. because it's finally morning and you can start living again.