Goodnight to all my fellow writers dreamers poets or all nighters.

I'm off to rest my weary head and lay upon my softened bed.

It was an honor writing for you but now I'm off to dream a new.

And maybe when the morning comes I'll hear the birds sing of love.

I love to write of all I do and so to my friends I'll dream of you.

Goodnight

P.s.
Don't let the evil demon woman that lives in the closet and hums at 3:00 am bite or eat your soul

Xoxo