Not Thinking

I sigh as I stroke my pen to create these words and different sentences.

Please, read them as I write.

You may not like them, but will soon be impressed and inspired by my skill.

I can only hope.

I love my words, even if you don't.

Some may be private to the world, others I can express openly without caring.

At night, I see shadows dance and a spider walk across my ceiling.

A single spider.

Is it happy or not?

Is it tired and need food or possible shelter?

Here spider,

I shall lend you my soft slipper for this night.

Are you comfy now?

You can continue your journey tomorrow,

but tonight,

you need to rest..

Goodnight spider.

I soon fall asleep to the shadows as they softly sing.