4am

Some nights go by with limited interruptions. Dreamers dream wrapped in the colored scenes rememered by those lucky enough to dig consciously.

Some nights break perceived bliss opening wonder flood gates. 4am knows all our secrets. The t-shirt us romantics habitually reach for echoing thoughts we hold on to. Thoughts embraced of those who hold on surrounded by letting go pushers .

In the daylight, letting go is applauded. Those who clap on que lack the star lite truths. How can you turn off the happy chants sufficating your fear. Fear is a liars enemy, one to be kept close. Scrutinze the fear. Feel it. Understand it. Give it the 4am analysis. Learn where it lives and give it wings.

You see it all at 4am. The ease, the sheets, the coffee cups, the shades, the comfort...the dreamers future. Some of us can't help but provoke fear. It's horrific presence stings waiting to be treated with a touch only our skin knows. We don't sit in the crowd waiting for the light to tell us to clap until it hurts.

Isn't it terrifying to wake to the realness of some of those nightmarish dreams. Isn't it easier to block the dreams with the comfortable applause. When they clap for you they're so far away they can't see the voices in your eyes. See them even if you have to look in the mirror. Applause breeds happiness only when the 4am voices can clap for you too.

The reflective dreams speak softly. Listen. Your two hands hold thoughts capable of unveiling darkness. Don't let the crowd's numbers smother your fear. They can't learn from it. Dr. Phil, Oprah...hell even Dr. Drew sees 4am every now and again.

If only their scripted wise words spewed with the warm rays could feel the cotton clothed in memories seeking wings or water.

Turn on the fan or turn on the hose. Just don't give up on your dreams because the morning crowd fills the softness left behind at 4am.