Fireflies at 25:00

25:00.

The city lights are dark and the sky is black as night.

All the voices are silent, all the sounds have ceased.

All the sounds, except for my heartbeat.

I can’t help but loathe the exhaustion in my own breathing,

Can’t help but loathe the exhaustion that comes with existing.

It’s 25:00 and I’m still breathing,

I’m still living,

Still existing.

But perhaps it is the depths of the night that allows me to stop existing,

That allows me to see the little things that make me forget that I’m breathing.

The sounds of the city have all ceased,

Silence so thick it’s like the people never existed.

It’s at 25:00 that I forget that they exist;

It’s at 25:00 that I forget my need to please.

It’s at 25:00 that I allow myself

To sink into the moment and just breathe.

The air at night is soft and sweet,

The breeze quiet and soothing.

The wind sounds like little bells as it dances by,

Skipping around in the moonlight.

It’s at 25:00 that I no longer need to exist.

It’s at 25:00 that I no longer need to please.

It’s at 25:00 that I can finally become with the world,

That I can finally be one with the night and just cease.

The crickets are awfully loud at night,

Singing songs that we were never meant to hear,

Songs that we will never understand.

The birds have gone to bed and the sun has fallen asleep,

Letting us bask in the dream that morning may never come again,

That we may stop time at this moment and never need to arise again.

The air of the night is cold, so cold;

The quiet is almost lonely.

The sight over the railing shows

 A society that lives as quickly as it dies.

The sky is empty, so empty;

The air is filled with nothing but nothingness.

Rocking back and forth, it appears

That even the stars have gone dark.

It is at 25:00 that one may become one with nothingness.

It is at 25:00 that one may cease to exist.

It is at 25:00 that finally, finally,

One may become a mere observer of the quiet wonders of the night.

It is at 25:00 that I hear your voice,

Quietly humming melodies with your acoustic guitar,

A barely touched instrument in the rush of the day.

It is at 25:00 that I feel the warmth in the sound,

A quiet, soothing melody that, like a blanket, wraps and surrounds.

It is at 25:00 that I hear the soft strumming of strings,

That I hear the notes guiding me to nowhere,

Leading me to nowhere,

Like little fireflies dancing in the starlight.

It is at 25:00 that we may cease to proceed,

That we may take a seat in our current places

And just let the world be.

So let us rest here a little longer,

Let me hear your voice a little longer.

Let the night cover the sounds of our nonexistence,

Such that the morning may never find us.