midnights call me to write..
something about the darkness, quietness
and being alone..
lots of unwritten, unsaid things
and thoughts
want to get out there
on the roof
and shout out to the world.
but can’t,
so i write in intangible ways
beating about the bush
instead of saying what i want
instead of writing what i want.
but what if
what i want to say
and write
has no words?
aditi premankit 