So these keys stare back at you in wonder, hoping that you punch them for words, that you make sense for good.

Breathless; the white lights spreads to your eyes finding tears with every blink, every second in every thought.

It strikes 3:30 to dawn and you ponder why the same. The hour, the muse, and the empty room full of darkness and silence..

You take lessons in fluster, hoping to conquer. It is not the same; no, not like yesterday. Today, right now Insomnia connects every piece of you with ease as trouble sits in-between smiling all through the dusk.

Donald