It's 3am.

Hello friend,
We meet again.
It's funny how,
We mesh and mend.
Eb and flow,
Meeting at my lows.
You're sly like that,
It's like you know.

Hello friend,
I'm awake again.
Did you shake me,
Wake me,
Break me,
So we'd dance again?
Well here I am,
So take my hand.

Hello friend,
Thoughts race again,
Mind paces back and forth,
Like I'm sinking,
Quicksand.
And there you stand,
Won't take my hand.
But whisper,
"Turn your pain into art again."

Hello friend,
Please meet my pen.
My paint brush,
My notepad,
My keyboard...
My voice...
Yet again.

It's 3am.