it’s 3:30 am now.
sometimes i think
it’s funny how i get
sudden bursts of big
writing inspiration at
the craziest times.
like, 5:30 in the morning,
just laying in bed, i’ll just
sit up and be like “oh wait!”
and just write out like a
long-ass poem and post it.
i always see posts
on socials where
people say how they
get inspired to work
at bad times and i’m
just like “yeah, feel that,”
since i’m always writing
at 3, 4, 5 in the morning.
guess it’s good then
that it’s monday and
i don’t have school.
get to sleep in now,
that’ll be fun for me.
oh wait,
that might make
people jealous.
gotta run.
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