Write what you know.
It's 5:36 in the morning, and I'm still awake, gingerly pecking away at the laptop while the window shades allow the first rays of sunlight to seep through. I'm still awake because... because I want to recapture those brief moments of... I can't even describe it. My mind's so muddled, and everything just seems so impossibly difficult to explain in words, but...
It was so much easier when I was writing for you.
What am I, without you.
It's 5:36 in the morning, and I'm still awake, gingerly pecking away at the laptop while the window shades allow the first rays of sunlight to seep through. I'm still awake because... because I want to recapture those brief moments of... I can't even describe it. My mind's so muddled, and everything just seems so impossibly difficult to explain in words, but...
It was so much easier when I was writing for you.
What am I, without you.
