there's a certain time of night that, if i reach it, is immune to caffeine, reaches beyond exhaustion and has utter disregard for the concept of an hour. it's not even a moment, really. it's a state, a frame, a period. it's when i'm so enveloped by what i'm doing that i don't bother noticing anything else. it's when i'm enraptured, when i'm obsessed, when i'm inspired, when i'm busy busy busy making something, dreaming everything, hoping for anything all at once. my eyes my hands my ears are focused so focused that i don't realize that it's 3am, or that i have to get up in five hours, or that i didn't even accomplish what i was supposed to do. and it's okay. it doesn't matter. there's a certain time of night, or maybe it's sometime in the early morning, when nothing else matters but the very thing i'm doing. like now.