Midnight writing.In a small house where nighttime obvious has past.Midnight writing. by ~Justfang
A young man is sitting behind his laptop at last.
Reading comments about a challenge that he definitely forgot.
And realizing the madness that he had brought.
Quickly he looked for something that defines art.
But he knew it wasn't working by heart.
To think, to create something out of his mind.
He didn't wanted to leave the promise behind.
And then, at the moment he looked at his display.
A small poem came out of his pray.
It wasn't too much, but worth reading.
He knew it was enough and could start sleeping.