Introduction

This was just quickly thrown together one night when I was struggling with sleep from painsomnia, an inability to sleep due to pain, and the accompanying grief and sadness. Despite its origins, I think it’s actually very fun.

Midnight Note

Everyone’s been digging my words, and I think that’s great! It’s nice to feel heard and to know that others relate.

I’ve got very little to say tonight, and if I’m being honest, things aren’t quite right with me right now, but I’ve got faith that I’ll feel better somehow.

These things just take time, you know? And like a good rhyme, there’s plenty in life that you’ve just gotta let flow. Things I’ve just gotta let go, like my need for control. Sometimes, it’s hard when life is taking its toll, but learning to be better is always the goal.

You can’t control a pen and ink. The pen is mightier because it will make us think. The right words can take someone to the brink. The right words can also bring them back. That’s just a fact.

Anyway, what am I gonna do with a lame old sword? Chase a dragon and try to steal its golden hoard? My writing may never win me fame and awards, but at least I’m not sitting on some pile worth billions and still bored.