Smoke

Sometimes, when I lay in bed at night, I think up these bright thoughts... Ideas for a new story or serious thoughts that should probably be placed on paper/keyboard, and once in a while, I get up and jot them down, but if I do, I tend to be up for a few more hours. So, sometimes, I just drift off to sleep, promising myself that I'll remember tomorrow, but I rarely do. It's kinda like waking up from a dream, drifting back off - and you can't remember the next day anything about it.

I had some thoughts last night, things I wanted to say, somewhere. But now, they're gone, like smoke in the wind.