Times seems to speed up

your mind runs its course.

Lost in what feels like a spinning rotation of

an unbearable continuation of a never-ending-night.

4 a.m. catches up to you

The silence almost becomes deafening

Writing becomes your addiction.

Finally-- your thoughts are being heard

even if it is just by you.

Everyone's expectations are no longer relevant.

The boarders society has drawn--

disappear.

How you express your thoughts become your own.

Ideas flow out of your mind like a river that has no eand.

You don't even try to contain yourself anymore.

You wonder why you're still awake,

but constantly writing is now a new habit.

The excuses you tell yourself are sturdy,

but you can't hide the obvious.

Suddenly you realize what has your thoughts turning.

You are undeniably--

Lost.