Words found in darkness

Restless nights upon a glowing moon.

I sit in solitary, thinking, waiting. But for what? Why do I wait?

It is something I can't really explain, like I need to write down something, but I do not know what.

I just sit and wait, and keep waiting until I don't know how long I've been up staring at the white ceiling or out into the dark night.

Then, it comes to me, like a rushing river. It is the emotions, strong emotions followed by words.

I pick uup my pen and paper and begin to write. It just comes to me.

I don't even have to think. My hand moves quickly.

I stop and let out a deep exhale.

I read what I have just wrote.

I suddenly feel a burst of inspiration, that power can come out of darkness, out of those restless nights when I am awake for hours.

Words fall onto the page, a blank canvass waiting for the big moment, when something powerful will speak to it and the hand that holds the pen will turn blank thoughts into words that suddenly have meaning.

The moon glows ever so brightly in the dark sky that I forget for a moment that it is nighttime, that it is darkness out there.

I smile to myself as I place my pen and paper down onto my desk. I am now tired and ready to go to sleep.

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