nothing good ever happens after 2am

I thought i was asleep by 12 plus.
but my brain activity just went on.
and by 2am, i had manifested my thoughts and churned it into an idea.
to solve my predicament,
to make my holiday an honest and truthful one.

its weird how your brain operates at times,
and sometimes im freaked at how i know my brain is processing instead of sleeping,
when my eyes are already closed.

i need to tell you soon.
its important,
it determines you,
which determines me.

not saying, that I am what you are,
but components of you and me are interlinked.
and in certain ways a tangled mess,
a beautiful mistake,
a creation out of place.
who's to say that that's bad,
i see it as an imperfect perfection.