I like writing at night


    When everything is louder


    The sound of pipes in the walls


    The streetlights out of the window


    The silence, pressing against your ears


    Silence that spurs on ideas


    Because everything I try to write sounds forced


    So I let sleep deprivation control my fingersThe tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Nighttime makes me think


    About rainbows and dinosaurs and mirrors


    About the 7,404,976,783 people on this earth


    And how hard it is to be special


    And how good it feels to be happy


    But how much easier it is to write sad


    And making sure I seem like a rebel


    Whenever I feel like the world hates me


    Whenever I suddenly realize I can’t please everyone


    Or maybe, not anyone


    I used to think I wanted to die


    But because of you I might change my mind


    My first drafts always suck


    Because I try too hard


    But when I erase it all


    Start over


    Stop thinking


    Everything comes together