Up at night


I’m not alone in the house, but I’m awake. Everyone is so far away in their slumber that they can’t hear me walking around the house, they aren’t bothered by my noise. I’m a ghost walking through the dark, barely lit rooms. Nobody notices me. It’s peaceful. A lonely peacefulness that soothes the want for interaction. I can move from room to room, I can exist, and it doesn’t bother anyone. Nobody to be annoyed by the creaky floor, nobody to notice me from the next room over. It’s nice to be able to just…be, without anyone else knowing, without bothering anyone else. To exist without having to bother anyone.




You are always there for me.

You’re there when I wake up.

You’re there in my dreams.

You’re there to tell me “I’m here for you”

And when I wake up to start my day, you’re here to be with me.

Even after all my friends abandon me

When I’m left out

You’re there for me

Loneliness, you are my best friend.