Celebrating the Hollows

I haven't wanted to really write anything for a long time. Here am I bursting with ideas the last couple of days and I can't seem to bring myself to put pen to paper, or at the very least a blank word processor.

At night is when my mind really starts itself moving. I'm all cozy and my head starts spinning yarns but I just lay in bed. I repeat them three times in my head convinced that they are powerful enough to stay with me through a couple hours of sleep. Most days I wake up not even knowing I was trying to remember anything.

Damn damn damn.

I should probably just keep a pen and pape by my bed, and quit being so goddamned lazy or something.