Ever have too much dedication to what you love?
The words you write go crazy and change, suddenly a new feature slams your post, altering it, entirely,
Thinking you have a tune-up that turns and encrypting wrong, yet it felt so right.
I thought about the typical woman’s torment a want to pull my hair out, but with pain, i pass.
The words dance as always, in perfect step, swinging and swaying with the rhythm of the words.
My second day without sleep, my heart Is the place where I write from, until satisfied, there is no sleep.