words.

sometimes i wake up in the night and words are just there and i have to write them. it's like the good ones can only creep up on me when i sleep. when i'm not trying so hard to find them. or trying so hard to lose them. they have to show up when i'm not looking. it's very underhanded and sneaky of them. not at all fair, if you ask me. but they don't ask. they never ask. jerks.