2 am hour I'm awake again, this time sleep doesn't come easy. I long for morning, when I'm not alone but time moves slower now. devil's hour some say, everything is calm, too calm. most are deep in dreams not a sound to be heard. a minute has passed, is it morning? seems I'm in a loop, it's 2 am again. there's buzzing today, I'm thinking, about life and melancholy at the same time, I'm anxious, my heart's pounding no racing. maybe I'm awake in someone's dream, they dream about me a lot then. I'll write about it, shed some light might reveal something, a pattern to solve this mystery of mine. buzzing has stopped,my mouth's dry as though I've talked for hours on end, maybe I'm talking to someone in their dreams, maybe? come find me, so we can talk in person and put to rest what must be said, so I can finally sleep till dawn as you do, we rendezvous tomorrow, same time, same place, different dream.