I'm staying up at night,
Sitting there and thinking.
Thinking about that thing.
That thing that no one likes to talk about.
And I'm sitting there and thinking about it.
It's weird isn't it?
How you can stay up all night just thinking.
What is it even you're thinking about?
Is it still the same?
Or has the darkness warped the thing into something you're thinking about?
Probably.
But I started out thinking about the thing didn't I?
So it's still real, still in existence.
I'm still here.
The thing exists.
I'm thinking about it
YOU ARE READING
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Short StoryI'm just going to write all these dialogues and situation down here that come to my mind. Some will be based on situations I experienced some will be actual copies of them and some will be completely fictional. Also some poems will be here. The chap...
