I'm not sure what it is about 2 am. Some part of me thinks I should be annoyed because I'm not sleeping but there is something so peaceful about 2 am. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person in the world at 2 am, silly. I love the quiet of 2 am, I love padding through the house with all the lights off and reaching out to touch the corners of walls and furniture. I love the way the world looks at 2 am. I could forgive anything at 2 am. I don't want anything from anyone and no one wants anything from me.