Hot chocolate is comforting
But it lacks the sparse
Harsh truth of black and white
That is writing
I just want to
Stay up and write
While away the hours
In the comfort of knowing
I may find myself
Or completely lose it
In the event I open up
And find a new realm
Inside
Instant gratification takes a back seat
We know the payoff comes back
Bigger
And better
Mapping yourself out in black and white
The periodical but unlikely
Purple pen
Seems inappropriate for such a solemn
And fufilling procedure
You'd only know how far you've gone
After you've mapped yourself out
In black and white