it is late
and i’m still awake,
a fit of creativity
has settled upon
my brain, and has
translated into
eight fingers and two
thumbs, working to pound
out the
words i’ve struggled
to find.
tonight i spoke to
one of my best
friends in the world,
and she
cried for us.
happy tears,
knowing,
evident in the smile
in my photos,
the words that i
write and the sound
of my voice,
that i am
the happiest i’ve
been in a very long time.
and she knows
you’re to blame,
and for that she cried.
so sleep…
because i will
be awake, writing
about the past,
ready for the future.
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