At 2:54 a.m., let me craft verses that strip away the veils of the mundane, words that stand unadorned, unashamed in their truth, barer than the flesh that whispers secrets in the dark. Let these syllables be the architects of strength, fortifying the spirit beyond the steadfastness of bone, weaving resilience into the fabric of our being, more enduring than the sinew that binds us.

Let my prose touch you with the delicacy of a lover’s caress, with a sensitivity that trembles at the brush of nerve against the world’s canvas, painting emotions in hues so vivid, they leave the soul aching with understanding. And as dawn breaks, let these words be the nectar that satiates, a sweetness that lingers on the tongue of your mind, quenching an insatiable thirst for beauty, for connection, for the profound simplicity of being truly seen.

In this communion of words and wonders, may we find solace, may we find strength, may we find the sublime sweetness of life distilled into letters that dance, that sing, that resonate with the very essence of what it means to be alive.

© Beatriz Esmer