When fatigue reaches a point that eyes blur, it is probably time to close the eyes and sleep and yet, the hunger to share, the hunger to live, the hunger to write, the hunger to care... screams out loudest in the darkest hours of the night when the words demand that I write and write and write and I don't want to fight myself or the muses that fill every shelf with the dream I used to believe in so much before I rendered myself out of touch and if this makes any sense to you... you know what to do.
Reach out if you care.
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