Last night I rediscovered a part of myself I missed

Or maybe it was this morning

I found myself running-- no dancing

Through the halls of my home at half past midnight

Footsteps began to feel like my own again

Maybe I met God at 1 am in the kitchen

Maybe an old familiar magic filled my pen

Odds are it had something to do with the wood floor

Refusing to creak under my quick movements for the first time

Something with doing the dishes at 1 am

Something with brushing my teeth at 2 am

Something with writing a bound to fail love story at 3 am

Whatever cosmic force was controlling me

I couldn't stop

I couldn't waste time now that I've discovered this part of me still exists