4 AM

In the early morning, I find myself craving for a sense of touch that occurred in a moment of yesterday's delight. A part of me is dismissive of the meaning yet another part is desperate for answers from online sites. I fight the thoughts that whisper of sweet delusions inside my mind. A seducing melody that begs me to give in but I stop myself in time, for fear of an imminent disharmony that dwells from losing you. And fear of swallowing the truth that I might lose myself too. Darling of the night, My dearest out of sight, You are the fight I would surrender, For a moment of forever.