When you're awake at 2:33am

You start thinking...

Why red pens always seem to write.There are people you need to talk to,
even when you know they would not be listening. There are things you need to say, even if you don't have the words for it. Whatever happened to that pretty girl who said 'thank you' when you opened the door for her. How much you remember before you sleep and how you remember squat when you wake. If anyone still sells those jumbo pens with jumbo erasers. How do you tell someone to let the dead bury their own? How many people could be possibly picking their noses right at this moment. How many people wished they were with someone else. Or how many people just wished they were with someone period. How many people are being born right at this moment? How many are saying their goodbyes? Or how many never got the chance. If you'll ever get to get ride a motorcycle on open road in full speed. If you asked God for superpowers, would He give it to you? And how cool it would be if He did. You wonder whats the worst thing your capable of. You wonder if you'll ever remember all the favorite songs you've forgotten about. If how much of the choices we really make are really much of a choice. Why you suddenly have the urge to paint something at this ungodly hour. If there's anything good on tv. Does the Devil really show himself at 3am. If anyone I know is still awake. I wonder where my wombat stuff toy is. If animals go to heaven(hey they didn't eat the apple, we did). How I wish I were in manila so I can walk outside. How I miss how much I believed in things when I was a kid. If I'm meant to be someone, I wonder what she's doing right now. I wonder if she's pretty. And how I wish it's her. That if I win the lotto, I'm not telling anyone. If i have a really loud snore when I sleep. I wonder if I'll ever know all the things I dream about. I wonder how long it takes to forgive. Or if forgetting is even possible. Or why sadness seems to be the only realy thing most of the times. I wonder when it was that I stopped caring. And when was it that I started caring about not caring anymore.

....

"Why don't you let anybody in?" He asked her.

"Because as beautiful as these moments are when they happen,
they're hell when they're gone."

-Ultraviolet