Some days
in the dead of night
I write such beautiful words in my mind;
the rhetoric coming ever so naturally,
weaving into art.
But on these days,
I feel too tired to write it down,
to transcribe my thoughts into existence,
as this would make them exist
and if something exists
it is almost too real for me to bare.
Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 6:43 PM UTC
Some days
in the dead of night
I write such beautiful words in my mind;
the rhetoric coming ever so naturally,
weaving into art.
But on these days,
I feel too tired to write it down,
to transcribe my thoughts into existence,
as this would make them exist
and if something exists
it is almost too real for me to bare.