I sit in the dark
The glow of the monitor
Paints an eerie sight
Light from the next room over
Invites but I will not go
I am not ready
To surrender this silence
This sound of dark keys
I won't trade this cold hard chair
For the warmth waiting in bed
I love these moments
When everyone is asleep
And I hush my thoughts
I enjoy this solitude
These are my moments in time
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Midare Gami
What I feel like writing, when I feel like writing it. Rants, musings, essays, and more.
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