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thunder just roared
and my eyes spring wide open
sleep, which i fought so hard to fall into, eludes me, again
didn’t know it was raining outside.
now it’s heavier, and louder
not surprised though,
it has rained every day since august

i feel inspired, so i pick up my phone to write this
google keep is always front and center
so i have no trouble locating it
i type away
like it’s going to fix my sleep issues
like my writing ever mattered to anyone but me

i’ve found it’s an avenue
to bare my soul
to question myself;
pick at my vain desires
wandering if i should ever have them,
or pursue them

much like wine when taken in excess
maybe i write too much
to forget my sorrows
and make light my pain
wrangled in a little corner on my bed atop another
i write still
it’s all i ever know to do now