3 AM

I miss those 3 am nights

When the mind completely stopped working 

And my fingers typed on their own 

The creativity wasn't forced out of me then 

It flowed 

Like the smooth waves of uninterrupted ocean

Flowing gently from my heart 

On the white screen of my computer 

I miss those 3 am nights 

When I had sleep in my eyes 

But her mere thought was enough 

To keep me awake all night 

And I, instead of reading the book kept in front of me 

Went straight-ahead opening the screenshots 

Living those moments again 

With pleasure, and at the same time, with pain 

I miss those 3 am nights 

When my creativity wasn't interrupted 

By the mediocrity of society 

When I was allowed to write the best I could 

Without restrictions 

Without deadlines 

I miss those 3 am nights 

When your thought was the only thing on my mind 

And the words that flowed 

Arranged themselves with time 

As I lie on this death bed 

I see beyond the veil of life 

I see you, I looked inside 

All I saw was darkness

Your image was the only source of light 

I want to feel that again 

I want to relive those 3 am nights.