its 1 a.m and im still awake staring into the bright screen ahead still breathing but wondering... does anyone care do i cross anyone's mind do i cross her mind its only been 1 minute im still breathing and im still awake
sometimes my mind waves turn into landslides with paths aside turned around going down down down with out a care to stare into the heart of a bear or a lion of souls mind waves never ceasing to rest undress silence comes
what happens when the inspiration is gone? when the white page starts laughing growing above you like a wall will you cower and cry? or lift up you chin with a grin?