Late Night

I have nothing to say.  My words are hiding.  Sleep beckons, but my mind is still going, somewhere, but I don’t know if I am invited.  I want it to go well; it being everything.  Why do we write?  Is it a need, a compulsion, an outcry, or a distraction?  Do I care if anyone reads this?  Sure, I do.  Recognition is validation.  How many times has negative behavior been chalked up to attention seeking?  As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another- the Bible (Proverbs).  You gotta get in the pit and try to love someone-Kid Rock.  The battery is at 3%.  The clock is ticking.  My grasp on reason seems less and less critical or crucial.  I want my words to matter.  I want to write something that speaks to the whole world.  I believe I can.  But not tonight.  Tonight is a time to sleep, and recharge for the day to come.  Tonight is a time that divides today and tomorrow.  Tonight is darkness that shields the light.  Each keystroke is a question of necessity or inanity.  I wonder if I should publish this.  I will.  Not because it is great or even interesting.  I will publish it because to hide it would be to create false pretense.  Not everything has deep meaning.  Not everything has meaning.  Go to sleep, world.  Tomorrow will come just in time for today.

3 thoughts on “Late Night

  1. Hey danielion9. I love what you’ve written here. I truly think the best writers can take something that is mundane and turn into something greater. You’ve done that here!

    While I do obsess sometimes over writing something meaningful, I think this has taught me that this doesn’t always have to be the case. Sometimes writers should just write!


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