There’s something about being up when the rest of the world is asleep that feels almost magical, liberating, exciting. I could be doing anything that I would do during the day, like writing a poem, or reading a book, or baking cookies, but for some reason it just hits different at 2 am. Some of my favorite poems of mine have been written between 2 and 3 am. What is it about that hour specifically? For me it might have to do with all the times Taylor Swift references 2 am in her songs, or maybe it’s how rare it is for me to actually be up at 2 am considering I fall asleep before midnight most nights. Whether I’m alone or with friends, 2 am is the hour of intense creativity, of thoughts that creep in that don’t dare show themselves before, of heartache and euphoria, of laughter and a river of tears, of reminiscing and dreaming and wishing on stars. There’s no concrete explanation for it, other than everything just feels different then.
I tend to be an avid routine follower. I like to go to bed at the same time, wake up at the same time, drink coffee at the same time, etc. So maybe what I like most about doing things at 2 am is that it breaks the routine I’ve set for myself. It makes me realize that what you do with your life can break free from the rigid schedules we’ve created. There’s beauty in darkness and madness and allowing yourself to feel. As one of my favorite artists, Joshua Bassett once said “got no plan, doing anything we can just to feel something.” I think that there’s beauty in spontaneity, beauty in doing something new, beauty in doing what you can to make life an adventure. For that reason I think there is a lot of beauty to be found at 2 am.
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