Meager light that comes from the 

       lampshade by the bed was just 

       enough to guide your pen 

       against the rough paper of your journal. 

Random thoughts appear 

       from nowhere, though most of 

       them don’t make sense, 

       like the world to you. 

You keep on trying to feel anything, 

       even when numbness has encapsulated 

       your senses; much less failed you 

       to recognize any emotion at all. 

So there you are, amidst the dull 

       summer night, scribbling all the things 

       that’s been bothering you for way 

       too long that it almost made you lunatic. ©







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