there's a saying that at the touch of love everyone becomes a poet, I doubt I'm in love but at 2am it's different, there's a calling for me to wake up, my heart's pounding, I can feel my heartbeat, it's quiet out, I'm scared . of what exactly I'm not sure, maybe the dark or the silence. no it's the thought that I'm alone, true fact in that moment you realize there's nobody at your side, trying to go back to sleep. shut out the emotion, the notion of someone to feel safe, secure to need someone, motion to go places, only I can travel to; Florida for starters the oceans, they calm me if not a call to Atlantis,(drowning maybe) France granting chance for smooth dance on a starry night or cruising in Ferrari's in Italy or just laying in bed with my head in the pillows over rain going over poems or rather ideas to write over thinking of past lovers and how we'd end up in forever.