Would Not Satisfy

I always wake up at night

and long to write

And think, and scream, and run, and dream, and chase, and CHasE, and chAse, AND CHASE

What is insidious champagne if not chased with the sweetest nectar of my choosing?

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I told myself I’d run until the thoughts subside

I wanted all focus narrowed on my incompetence to breathe

I ran in circles for an hour

Would I,

if I longed to,

Have reached a point where I have completely ran away from thought itself?

Perhaps.

Though, they often reel quicker than I run

and always find a way to surpass.

A cup of coffee would satisfy

It’s 11:32

Twenty-eight from midnight

11:33

Twenty-seven from midnight

I started a pot of water for boil

I chose decaf tea

GUTLESSNESS

is what I chose.

Twenty-four from midnight

And my inspiration has withered when I needed it most