I want you at 3 a.m.

3 a.m. strikes, stillness resounds, heavy rain pours down, and I ache for you.

I am somewhere between the darkness and light, and I’m thinking of having you here with me.

I want you next to me in these moments when sleep calls—when nothing makes sense, but we are alive with thirst and desire.

I want your hunger pulling my hips in close, as your body yearns to tell me how intensely you crave me too.

Come with me to a mesmerizing, hidden other world.

A mysterious place where reality blurs, and the stars set possibility on fire.

There will be softened shadows, delicate whispers, and lost, stolen, timeless hours.

We can lie beneath the moon, watch the wolves roam, and listen to the forest shake and groan.

Our curious fingertips will gently trace along naked curves and storm-weathered lines, soothing old, intriguing battle scars.

We will leave imprints of our love to linger and stain the enchanting night sky.

We can bottle the essence to reopen and drink whenever melancholy haunts.

We can escape the shards of loneliness by gazing out at constellations, while nibbling on the sharp edges of our dreams.

We will free-fall madly into one another with an incurable addiction to the elegant and harmonious way our immortal souls dance.

We will blindly trust in this scattered love, as our bones entwine, and our chemically charged bodies touch, writhing in the connection of skin on skin.

As the night fades, fragments of cosmic dust will penetrate to bewilder and confuse our restless minds.

Stay next to me, as we drift through the fragile night, watching how darkness tenderly chases after light.

I come unchained whenever you are near—temporarily bewitched, as you effortlessly erase every tattered, terrified piece of me.

You teach me how to fiercely open and fearlessly feel again.

Meet me on the horizon, as always, around 3 a.m.

I’ll be waiting somewhere far away—in purgatory, in between those silent, make-believe hours.

Kiss me with passion and conviction there—where dusk dissolves into mist, offering itself entirely to the faithful hands of dawn.




Author: Alex Myles

Image: Crazy, Stupid, Love screenshot

Editor: Yoli Ramazzina

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EL Tireble Aug 6, 2018 2:12am

I'm going to set my alarm-clock at 3 AM tonight ---

Jackie B Sunshine May 13, 2018 6:22pm

This is so beautiful. It captures so well the dynamic between my beloved and I - a long distance relationship - seeing each other soon - the imagery of the wolf - the nature - the intimacy - it's all relevant. Thank you for sharing this. I'm truly touched, and I feel closer to them through this piece. <3

Mai P. Tran Apr 14, 2017 5:40am

Love This �

Saskia Ewen Mar 28, 2017 11:34pm

Wow. Stunning.

Charly Sanate Mar 28, 2017 7:55pm

great work i love your entries

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Alex Myles

Alex Myles is a qualified yoga and Tibetan meditation teacher, Reiki Master, spiritual coach and also the author of An Empath, a newly published book that explains various aspects of existing as a highly sensitive person. The book focuses on managing emotions, energy and relationships, particularly the toxic ones that many empaths are drawn into. Her greatest loves are books, poetry, writing and philosophy. She is a curious, inquisitive, deep thinking, intensely feeling, otherworldly intuitive being who lives for signs, synchronicities and serendipities. Inspired and influenced by Carl Jung, Nikola Tesla, Anaïs Nin and Paulo Coelho, she has a deep yearning to discover many of the answers that seem to have been hidden or forgotten in today’s world. Alex’s bestselling book, An Empath, is on sale now for only $1.99! Connect with her on Facebook and join Alex’s Facebook group for empaths and highly sensitive people.