I like this hour, when the whole world sleeps and the cats prowl the earth, seeing what to all other eyes is hidden. Small creatures stir in the darkness while minds and bodies toss, either tumbling into oblivion or into the dawn. It is neither night nor morning, but some strange hour in between…
I am talking to an old friend. It is 3:30 AM at both ends. And yet, we reached out and responded. The planets aligned, and at a moment when we each needed someone to talk to, some respite from reeling and screaming into the abyss, we connected. Nietzsche says, if you stare long enough into the abyss it will look back.
Well, I’m here to tell you that it is not the abyss looking back, but rather two people staring into the looming darkness in tandem.
The idea is to write something every day, quickly, without fretting too much over words or taking any time to edit; just let the words flow in a stream of consciousness! I’ll see if they give me a story, a lyric, a poem. It doesn’t matter. If it blossoms into something fuller later that’s fine, but it’s ok if they remain fragments. Life is made up of fragments. Some of them become stories and some of them are just pieces of a larger story. Some fragments are singular moments in time. Forgettable or life changing they all have their place. -Lorelei Moon