while the rest of your world is fast asleep, and you have something heavy laying on your chest, pull out your pen and paper and go spill your heart out. because if no one's there to hear your heart's yells and whispers and pleas, there's no one better than your own subconscious to talk to.
a plain canvass of my thoughts at midnight and beyond. (some poetry, but more on prose)
highest rank - #15 in poetry (as of 08.03.16)