𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

darkness and an illuminating screen

darkness and an illuminating screen

this was the time I typed my life away,

nothing but silence echoing in my room,

here and there the mumbles of my sister, brother, mother, or father,

once I went to "bed" they didn't dare to bother me,

I was in my own little world,

I was "asleep" to them,

but in reality,

I'm typing away,

within the darkness and in front of an illuminating screen,

I was used to these nights,

I would play soft music when I knew my family went to bed,

and the sway to it as I typed a chapter to a book,

or even better a poem.

yes,

I indeed liked nights like these,

it's the time where my imagination runs free,

and nothing would bother me,

as I laid in darkness and in front of an illuminating screen.

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