it’s always so strange
writing in the nighttime
everyone around me already asleep
it feels like a secret
i may get to keep
unlike the morning writing times
where it flows from me
and into the ether/the void/the endless space that is the internet
those secrets i always
let
go
[and i think they may still be going]
already in the mood for a nap
[daylight savings does this to me]
[late late nights do this to me]
[regular living does this to me]
it’s wild
the nighttime writing
so different from the morning
but still so much the same
i feel sixteen again
the air around me tastes louder
brighter
coloring with so much
i can’t help but squint
perhaps it’s the neural pathways
refusing to trim
perhaps it’s the music
and late late nights inspiring
deep connection again
kipventures 