It seems some teenage habits don't burn out.
The light still flickers between the hours of midnight and three a.m.
Thoughts like shouts. Who needs nightmares?
I learned young that tossing and turning isn't a viable option.
Fear releases the instant ink hits paper and fingers tap buttons on the keyboard. Released.
Past emotions filed in word docs and forgotten journals.
Years of memory on trashed papers and floppy discs, lost in technological gaps.
Tap, tap, tap.
Words replace doubt, draining all thought until I can close my eyes.
This is how it's always been.
This is how it will always be.
Writing. Typing. With inky pens and broken keys.
Never read, never seen, never felt again. β˜…