Poetry #1

What makes fucking sense at this time of the night?
It is only writing that makes me feel right.
To create a story, to imagine the love,
to feel and pretend that I am not alone.

What is it that makes me keep going, don't stop?
It's the magic of writing an awesome new world.
One where the main is happy and alive,
with only the problems for that it can strive.

What is it that makes it worth it all the time?
The whole possibility of creating life.
A life that makes sense and that has a nice set
of reasons a rules so anyone can forget.