nighttime ghost

here I am at 4 am again, on my father's computer.

My laptop officially died 2 days ago. Oh well, it's not like there was anything important on there. just works in progress. scribbles, and thoughts, and incompletes.

just like me.

I'm on the verge. I'm on a roll. My hands look old in the pale screenlight, the only illumination for miles and miles and miles.

I close my eyes.

I open them.



I'm still here.