This is the fourth installment of a ten part poetry/prose series I wrote a few months ago titled Hours. I wrote the series over the course of one night into the next morning as a project. Each individual part is titled according to the time at which I began writing the piece and makes for a kind of documentation of my thought process throughout the night. And after much editing, here it is.


12:42 AM

How strange love is to not know what you want until you find it, until it’s staring you in the face. And even then, you may not recognize it.


– MEW

Photo by Zou Meng on Unsplash

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