It is 3 a.m. on a Saturday night (just like any other Saturday)

      I spend my weekends consuming thrills.

It is 3 a.m. (but tonight is a Tuesday)

    I stare at my blank page of homework, wondering why it is not complete.

It is 3 a.m. (it is a Friday today)

  I love Fridays, because tomorrow is Saturday, giving the weekend start.

3 a.m. 3 a.m. 3 a.m.

It is a Saturday again. 

Why is every week a repeat of itself?

It’s always the same 7 days in a row.

Am I in a loop?

Why is this always the same? 

Nothing ever changes.

Not fair. Not fair. Not fair.

(It is 3 a.m. again. Another Saturday night)

I am consuming myself with all these emotions I’ve been gatekeeping for so long, so when Tuesday comes again — I can fall asleep before

3 a.m.

I am praying tonight (though it is not 3 a.m.)

I am praying tonight, for my 3 a.m. sins need to be forgiven.

I am praying tonight that — I will be able to fall asleep before 3 a.m.

Praying for 3 a.m. (3 a.m. is the only time to pray for)

(3 a.m. deserves to be prayed for all its sins consumed)

Every night passes,

As time passes quicker.

It always ends up being 3 a.m. again.

It is 3 a.m. on a Saturday night again (but not just like any other)

      Tonight I reflect. Reflect on all my decisions made at:

3 a.m..

Tonight is consuming thrills, 3 a.m. thrills.

Thrills that are forgiven in the early morning.

Morning is what starts at 3 a.m.

3 a.m. that consumes my lifetime.

A lifetime of repeated 3 in the mornings, waiting for time to pass.