No words

Midnight have passed it is now 1 am I tried to close my eyes but I still can't sleep

These moments I feel lonely, I overthink Then to fight the anxiety I breath in deep

I breath out...

On the table there is a paper and there is a pen

Sometimes they keep me company Sometimes they listen but tonight,

There is no passion, there's no feelings There is no word

(That's a first draft, I wrote it right on the website thinking it could be nice to just do it and not worrying about the whole "it has to be perfect". Now I hope I'll find the image that goes with it and then try again to sleep)