When the sun rises.

I woke up this morning with a thirst to write.
It was cold and I licked the air dry.
I thought twice about what I was doing.
Where was I heading and why was I running down the same hill again.
I ran down that hill for 3 years now. It belonged to me.
I'm shaken up and uncontrollable. Times of hurt and sorrow.
Tiny shivers run through me when I hear him say that he loves me.
I pick up the pen and write everything down. My mind sinks and the music grows louder. They are words written and feelings people have felt.
I try blocking him, but hes too shifty, He has swift movements and he moves too quickly in my head. Reminding me of everything. Everything that happened when I was standing here and he was standing there.
The place I learn in, Is the last place I have memories from. They were the ones I treasured.
It doesn't matter now. I'm still writing. And writing is what matters now.
No brutality, No chaos, No riot.
Just me, The paper and the pen.
I can't destroy them all at once, So I'll just take them down one by one. There's only a few of them left anyway. That's what she said before and after.
She's winning, You can see her. She has everything and she asks for more. Once she gets sick of it, she just simply throws it away. Moving on to the next host.
Get your act together darling. Some of those things are worth it. Just remember this.
Now I'm done.
Those were all the things that ran through my head today, tonight.