Something prompts me to write again. Yes I should sleep. But I just want to write sometimes. Sleep makes me a writer. Thank God I didn't become a writer by profession!
The western night sky never looked more solemn. The night lights burn, lined up row by row along the ground all the way to the horizon, sending shafts of yellow and red reaching up into the dark heavens. They quickly disappear into that blackness, lost in the vast, moonless sky.
I sit with a million and one thoughts in my head; the events of the past three days made certain of that. None that are coherent. Maybe I will just sit and wait. And continue to type rubbish until it comes.
Maybe I will sleep on it. Will ideas hatch like a chicken from an egg when sat on by the hen?
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2 comments:
hey.
monday it is=)
but ive got drumssss.b hahaha.
and hey,
hmmmm
hang in there aiight? =)
u know imm here for u and yea!love u man, jus.
the n one loves u too!
jan knows you will pull through this :) you have a tough spirit within you and i know it! takecareee, nice to read something finally ha ha ha *hug
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