"When 2am Hits"

1:30am.

Set the alarm, 

“Maybe it would be better to start the day earlier than usual.”

9am. I set the alarm at 9am and picked the World’s most annoying tone.

Tried to sleep. 

But thinking about how my life would be, 

forbidden my soul to enter the other side.

Plans. Am I going to pursue at least a Master’s degree? Or just look for a job?

Attempted to grab that disturbance to my daily goal of sleeping at the right time. My phone.

“To take or not to take?” I always asked, apparently the prior constantly wins.

Looked for a job. 

Read the qualifications. 

“Oh, they need somebody with 12 months of experience.”

I need an experience. Maybe volunteerism would be significant. 

But what kind? Where? When?

Fucked up life.

1:40am.

“I want to be successful in life. Am I going to be?”

Implicit the facets of life. Career, family, friends, other relationships?

Other relationships? Love?

Fuck.

1:45am.

“Am I going to meet that someone?

Someone whom I can share my thoughts with,

Someone who’s basically worth the wait?”

Thought about the past relationships I had.

Which is non-existent.

1:50am.

Set aside how irrelevant my life is.

Attended my thoughts to the present.

Few people in the roads, cars are racing, and sound of air conditioner.

I may say, a quite appropriate time to put into words what the mind has been bursting.

Grabbed the laptop.

What should I write?

2am.

"When 2am hits."