My happy place

Write write write! You must write something. Your head is to full to leave it that way. Thoughts must transform themselves into little black letters on the screen otherwise you won't be able to fall asleep. 'Cause you're happy, you're confused, you're looking forward to tomorow, looking forward to live your life and somehow you're stuck in your own head. Like little black stickman your thoughts are jumping up and down, begging you to set them free. Just let your fingers run through the keyboard and see what happens. Don't worry what people might think, you have to write something, so just write. It's all about you not them. It just feels so good. It's hard to describe but I must do this, I must write even though senseless sentences appear. I just have to get them there, HAVE to have them. It's like a strong urge! Like when you're really thirsty, you don't care about anything else but that glass of cold water. So here it is. My nothingness and my all. This is what I NEED to do even though it doesn't have any real meaning.

This is it, this is me. Black letters on the white screen. That's all I ever want to be. I want to hide between those beautifly shaped sentences and stay there forever. It's where I'm home and safe.