2 AM

Two times a year 2am does not exist, forcing the loss of a moment, I want to live in that hour. So effortlessly erased, catapulted into the universe as we continue to exist. All things happen according to plan. There is scientific reason for this “Saving of the Daylight” and I enjoy the mystery in living in that hour. Somewhere out there with a multitude of “sprung forwards” and “left behinds”. Free to my thoughts, actions and lifestyle. All of the minutes graciously collected for me, a world built upon diverted occurrences. The vagueness in the hour entices me.

What could have happened leading to what could have been if the change of a clock did not alter my time.

Maybe the loss of an hour saved a soul, just as the gain of one hour gave perfection to a plan. Things, moments and people are given and taken away. You give me an hour and just as you take it I feel the same. Only my surroundings have changed. Darkness and Daylight are toggled around me. An alter universe rotating on the hour, living in the transgression of absolute exchange. A continuous orbit in unchanging time, I have my hour, my hour stuck at the point of transference. The clock strikes “hour” and I continue. Savings for you translates to my eternity. A desire to be completely intertwined in the nanoseconds of the seconds that build the minutes of my hour becomes irresistible. Longing to experience 60 lost minutes in one second creates an unappeasable interest in the lucidness of saved time. 1:59 to 3am and my clock strikes “hour” 1:59 to 1am my clock strikes the same. What would life be like living in this hour? I can tell you it is truly divine, two times per year I envision this hour, my life in this hour and I love it.