my brain filled with so many ideas,
which one to choose first?
but no, i couldn’t pick an idea,
because i had to stick to discipline,
it was first in line, it was only fair.
so i pushed away the sweet dreams,
ignored the urge to sit down, open up
the slab like device, stare at the paper
on the screen of the computer, and let
my fingers go to work.
after all, this is a leisure, as my parents called it.
it wasn’t necessary,
oh but it was to me, not to them.
to let my thoughts, my dreams,
the feeling so warm and comforting like a hug after crying,
or a kiss on the cheek in the cold,
take me away to my wishes that
perhaps in another life, maybe
i could experience a life alike the one i wrote for my characters.
it helped me think, it helped me sleep,
it helped me to worry less,
when i wrote my ideas down on digital papers
that the world would never see,
let alone think about. hear let alone read.
