I Write.

In the night I write poetry and impassioned pleas that are insightful, occasionally witty, and inspiring.

In the day I write my grocery list.

In the night I write beautiful words full of hope in the darkness.

In the day I write how I feel like I am dying by crushing sadness.

In the day I write how I am not interesting enough to have ‘crushing sadness’.

Just ordinary sadness from an ordinary person.

In the night I write how sometimes I just want to breathe.

In the day I write how sometimes I just want to breathe.