Sometimes at 2am, am scribbling away with my pen. I've never been able to fully adjust to the typing procedure. I do like the old fashioned way quite much, maybe it's cause I like to bask in the euphoria of having a writing like mine. Those times, my creativity antenna is at alert as a thousand and one words keep popping up in my head, some forming thoughts that I recreate on paper, some giving only phrases that become my titles or themes, some trying to stand independent but not for long as I colonize them with other words to form my articles.
Sometimes at 2am, why 2am you ask, cause it's my favorite time of the day, I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling and asking myself random questions, thoughts of the previous day rummaging through my mind, wondering what the future holds, turning my life vision over and over because you see, that is one thing a man must never lose sight of.
Sometimes at 2am, I pray. With an ear piece plugged in and a playlist of some Nathaniel Bassey, Bethel Music and the likes am good to go. Oh, sleep tries to invade most times, sometimes I win the battle, sometimes the stinging sun rays on my eyes tell me I didn't. But when I do, its worth it cause only at this period can I steal precious moments of stillness from this very busy and noisy world to hear from Him, for prayer is a dialogue, this I am still learning to understand for it seems like I never run out of requests to make. While in this moments, songs drop in my heart, verses from His Word bubble up in my spirit, words of assurance, and comfort for those valley times, when I don't know what to do or which way to go, this I cannot do without for I'd be damned if I did. Sometimes at 2am, I allow my imaginations take me to places, to lala land as I love to call it. For you see, what you imagine you pursue. Here my mind runs wild, the unhealthy ones I bounce away like a ball, the healthy ones I dwell on
broadening them, making them as wide as I can.
Sometimes at 2am, I do not know what happens, as my sleep is something I do not joke after an unusually stressful day lest I become a living zombie. All I know is there's someone up there watching me, I do not want to imagine the battles he fights for me, His precious, but he neither slumbers nor sleeps and this is enough for me to prop my pillows, turn the other side and slide into dreamland.
Sometimes at 2am, i'm awake wondering why am awake and also asking myself like I didn't know the answer, "but why 2am?"
Sometimes at 2am, why 2am you ask, cause it's my favorite time of the day, I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling and asking myself random questions, thoughts of the previous day rummaging through my mind, wondering what the future holds, turning my life vision over and over because you see, that is one thing a man must never lose sight of.
Sometimes at 2am, I pray. With an ear piece plugged in and a playlist of some Nathaniel Bassey, Bethel Music and the likes am good to go. Oh, sleep tries to invade most times, sometimes I win the battle, sometimes the stinging sun rays on my eyes tell me I didn't. But when I do, its worth it cause only at this period can I steal precious moments of stillness from this very busy and noisy world to hear from Him, for prayer is a dialogue, this I am still learning to understand for it seems like I never run out of requests to make. While in this moments, songs drop in my heart, verses from His Word bubble up in my spirit, words of assurance, and comfort for those valley times, when I don't know what to do or which way to go, this I cannot do without for I'd be damned if I did. Sometimes at 2am, I allow my imaginations take me to places, to lala land as I love to call it. For you see, what you imagine you pursue. Here my mind runs wild, the unhealthy ones I bounce away like a ball, the healthy ones I dwell on
broadening them, making them as wide as I can.
Sometimes at 2am, I do not know what happens, as my sleep is something I do not joke after an unusually stressful day lest I become a living zombie. All I know is there's someone up there watching me, I do not want to imagine the battles he fights for me, His precious, but he neither slumbers nor sleeps and this is enough for me to prop my pillows, turn the other side and slide into dreamland.
Sometimes at 2am, i'm awake wondering why am awake and also asking myself like I didn't know the answer, "but why 2am?"
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