Hourglass

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The time between 4 and 5 is the best
I look at the fan, lying on my bed
turn east and then west
I can hear myself breathe

The room is dark, day about to break
the clock ticks slowly this while
everything seems still, no one is online
my ears are filled with silence

across the room, there is an orange glow
from the heater that is never turned off
it shines against the wall, like a rising sun
orange becomes red when I breathe out

I am asleep and awake
I am filled with visions of a beach 
The smell of sand fills my nose
and the splashes of water is all I hear

I am hungry and I am full, 
any day this time feels like yesterday
or tomorrow but not today
its been a while since I ran.

I am on a scooter, riding through a busy street
the smell of wine and fish
I am by someone, her naked breasts in my hand
saying things i don’t even understand

It is five and there is dawn
and that hour is gone, the most beautiful one
where I am not me as I am, but what I am
so near everything, so high on senses.
Some call it dizzy, others madness

but those who know, it is being alive.

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