3 am
Updated: May 18
It's 3 am,
The air in my room
smells like woods as
the tiny particles on my room's
wooden flooring bask in the
light of the moon.
The window is tinged with
the blueness of night sky,
while my bed sheet is untidy
with my dream-soaked pillows
lost in it.
My shoes have carried the
mellow dust of libraries
& coffee shops to my home,
I love how it has settled
on the rug.
I am writing few stellar-coated
poems on my blue diary while
I wait for something extra-ordinary to
travel through the skies,
just like every night.
This is something that I never attempted before but deep in my heart I really wanted to write something like this. Something which is raw, real and ASTRAL + CHILL VIBE .
I was literally craving something like this in my writing, so I had to come up with this.
This poem is literally about me and my space. The mellow dust from libraries and coffee shops, the search for something extra ordinary in night sky, the dream soaked pillows; this is what me and my space is made of.
Let me know in the comments below if you relate with it.
- Rebekka Kaur
Picture credit: @amidst.silence on Instagram
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