It's 3 in the morning...
The streets are empty, the lights are dimmed.
There I sat, somewhere along the strata of government housings.
Behind a white door is where I hide.
My sanctuary, a temporary little space I dwell in.
The night is calm... but my heart is not.
I should be in bed at this very instance.
I'm tired... both physically and mentally.
Perhaps more to the mental side ...
yet I sat here... waiting.
Intuition is taking control.
Little does the mind care what instinct is expecting,
nor how intuitively senseless the decisions are...
I just stay here waiting...
for an event, for a syringe of motivation... for my muse.
I should just sleep.
Good night.