Tonight.
Tonight as I lay here in the darkness with nothing but a street light shining through the window and reflecting off the cold, concrete wall and a pen at hand, I feel inspired.
Inspired to do again. To put ink to paper. Im inspired to do me again, to spill out my thoughts on a clean canvas.
I hope the feeling stays.
Sincerely,
Me
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
