Insomnia

I lay and think.

I stare out my window,

through the trees and the leaves,

and stare a moon drifting through tranluscent clouds.

I think about my day, and i think about tomorrow.

Of conversations past and the adventures ahead.

Sometimes i worry the sky will brighten before my thoughts,

have become obsure enough to be considered,

dreams.

writing in the dark

I write in the dark, i do.

It's too late to turn on the light.

To awaken my senses.

But if i don't write,

I will surely forget.

Often I get the strangest impulse to write in the night.

When my thoughts are just starting to become dreams.

unsure

He said i was good.
but now i'm not sure i wanted to be
She said he likes me.
but now i'm not sure i want to be liked.
He added me.
My heart started pounding.
His name is Auther.
I always laugh at that name.