It's 3 am

I have fallen deep asleep

As they call me whispering

Knowing I’m at peace where my soul is at rest from beneath the trees...

They hit us like waves

With heavy hands as we struggle to breathe from beneath the water....

There is no laughter or tears

Not even fear when you are near isn’t clear?

It’s silence my dear....

When you look at me, who do you see?

Do see me as a lost soul running at quarter to 3:00 where many don’t see.

How could you tell if this is real or just a dream. When all I see is a reflection of you looking back at me....

At times I find myself wondering who I'd be if you were there for me.

Would I be me?

Would I have seen and gone through the things I did as a child if you were there for me?

Yet i wonder.

do you think of me?

What language do you speak?

Can you hold a conversation?

Can handle a fight?

What do you enjoy

poetry or singing or even reading

Things I ask myself day and night .

who would I be ?

Do we gigg...