it's late and i don't want to go to bed. i will want to go to bed tomorrow when it's time to wake up, and i will wish that i had thought more of the future me when i decided to keep writing into the night. i apologize, me, for my selfishness.
it's just that i'm doing something i love, and while this is blessedly not rare in my life, i know that it is rare in many other lives, so i stay up and rap on my word-crafting keys till they drum like laughter.
poo poo on the things i'm supposed to be doing in addition to sleeping (ie lesson plans, homework, work work), poo poo until tomorrow when every nighttime thing will look foolish in the light.
tonight i'm staying up as long as my eyes will allow.
2 comments:
love this. why do the best words come right as you are trying to fall asleep? kudos for staying up to write.
living the dream baby.
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