Words

The cursor keeps blinking

And I keep thinking.

But the words won’t come out yet,

Ideas pop up, but I forget.

This can be so difficult sometimes,

But it hasn’t been tonight.

It’s been incredibly easy to write,

And it feels so, so right.

I don’t want to stop.

It’s like being addicted to the high

And I don’t even have to try.

I don’t want to give up,

I wish I could go on forever

However,

I need to sleep.

This rhythm, I hope I can keep.

Goodnight,

sleep tight,

and don’t let the bed bugs bite.