Was a
day,
now it’s night.
My notebook is open wide.
Tip of the pen is hide in the cap,
he had the map.
You are a writer too,
you can understand me,
might.
it’s been
the whole day,
I’m keep
changing my sight,
but the weather of the inside me is tight.
I’m
fighting with thoughts,
like a brave knight !
I will not sleep,
until I kill the words,
to drink the blood of meaning.
I love that kind of sinning.
Then…
I will not lose the crown,
how can I lose this height?
I just wanted to write.
Now I’m a ...