Breathe

Two a.m. and I'm still awake writing a song.
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me
threatening the life it belongs to.

I love the night. That it's currently 3:34 a.m. doesn't affect me much. I've been known to suffer through days of fatigue, swearing to myself that I would go to bed early this time, only to be found awake at four a.m. taking a walk through the darkness.

There's something so serenely beautiful, so incredibly calm about walking through the night. It's like all the worries and cares and rush of everyday life stop, just for a little while, and you're the only one left awake to enjoy the still. Maybe it's because I've always been so busy, but I think I value those quiet moments more than anything else in the world.

I've often talked with friends about how, if we could have a super power, we would chose to be able to sleep but not to need it to survive. There's so much time lost in the dark! And yet, if that wish were granted nighttime would cease to be a peaceful, meditative spell and become a reflection of day, hurried and burdened. Would that really be worth it?

As humans, we sometimes forget that between all the overachieving and attempts to attain perfection we need to breathe, to do nothing but let ourselves unwind. Stress, tension, heartaches - they gather and build up inside until you pause and take the time to let them go with your breath.

The smooth velvet of the night sky puts everything in perspective. It's time to let it go.

Just breathe.