Flawed. Unmasked. Imperfect.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the air feels crispier.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the sky looks prettier.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the stars become unashamed.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the atmosphere becomes more mystical.

I love being awake in the wee hours because my heartbeats are more audible.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the peace is imaginable.

I love being awake in the wee hours because the world doesn't know I'm awake.

I love being awake in the wee hours because it's when I can be me.