Midnight reading escapades are punctuated by frequent zone-outs.
Like wandering from the wanderers.
Minutes before sleep.
That's when the stream of thoughts flow in endlessly, as if the mind refuses to let the body surrender to the sweet seduction of slumber.
But i forget.
When i wake up, they're all gone from my head like darkness from the morning sun.
Nothing beats the spontaneity of pen and paper.
