i need a new journal

dear you,

sometimes i get in these moods where i could just write, and write, and write.
write about the sounds of the crickets creaking and cars passing at night.
write about my evening routine of face-washing and teeth-brushing.
write about the self-realizations and frustrations that come upon me throughout each day.
write about the comforts and challenges that share the same subject matter.

but then they pass, or i fall asleep.
the next day will come, and with it a new creative drive.

goodnight, sleep tight. and please, don't let the bedbugs bite.

sincerely,
shae