poetic rants.

day/night

i only write in the late hours of the night. during the day i feel like a whole different person.

i'm quiet, and at night my brain is overflowing with ideas and questions and regrets.

i can't sleep. i find a way eventually.

so i write, and the volume of my thoughts subsides. drifting to sleep. ever so slowly.

during the day i'm quiet as well, but the faucet in my mind is dry. drought.

u n i n s p i r e d.

in the day, i can sleep. i sleep too much. i tune out the world. mentally asleep I suppose.

so, i'll write. and write.

-a