Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...

stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...

I’m stuck in a circle
circling ‘round and ‘round...

One long night...
and these books...

When night falls and crime calls
I be Batman...

while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round...

I feel you beating slow
Don’t give up just yet...

If I were to fall in your arms
hold me tight, alright...

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me...

Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...

There was a time
when life...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...