I look at my screen and it’s slowly giving me a headache,
yet I cannot stop myself from punching keys
and making more words and telling a story.
How quickly and easily they flow out
like water spilling out of a river
and into a waterfall of endless ideas.
The time passes and I do not care
that I've been here, typing for well over 4 hours now
and I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Who’s to say I won’t just fall asleep
at the keyboard and end up smashing my face
into the keys as it comes falling down to my desk.
And if I do, I won’t care.
This beautiful rage swelling out of my heart
will not stop and I doubt that I ever will.
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