At the Midnight 🕛 Hour©

At the midnight hour there is a sudden urgency to escape anything and anyone. A sense of freedom comes over me. Free to do all I want. No-one awake to sallow my thoughts and insert their own.

At the midnight hour the silence around me becomes the confidence I need to lay pen to paper. Feeling no judgement. Thoughts swarm around in my head begging to escape. I’m now tasked with finding a home for the words that shape me.

At the midnight hour almost anything can happen. What’s said may not be remembered. Simply put, this may all just be but a dream for when else would it be that your thoughts are truly all your own?

At the Midnight 🕛 Hour©

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By Felina Silver Robinson