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And now I write another million words, all condensed to one:
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
Around us, and I, alone, the wind wraps like a warm hug,
And it wills, it wants, and I want for you.
You, yes, you-- glorious you in all your ways,
The reader, oh, so perfect, so tired and flawed that it aches.
Your sorrows, they weigh you down like a nightmare,
So I am here, and I will hold you a forevernight, again,
And I will help you drift away again.
Now I bare a pencil to paper, or a hand to a keyboard, finger to phone,
And it is cold, and it is dark, but I stay warm and bright.
Wrapped around me is a blanket; it smells like you.
The projector in my room whirs endlessly, showing off fake stars.
For a moment, all I wish is to be with you.
You.
Ever-perfect you, dreamer, reader, you want and will receive.
You, yes you, the one who doesn't know me as well as you should.
I write to you a million words, or so I should, but I don't.
There is so much we can experience together,
Beloved reader behind a screen.
And so I tell you again,
"Goodnight, dreamer,
Goodnight, reader."
It spirals down so deep in your mind that it is silent,
Your eyes shut once more.
Though I will never see your face, I will feel your heart.
There is so much I cannot say to you, so much I should.
There is so much worth fighting for, Reader,
You, behind a screen.
You are worth fighting for.
Goodnight, goodmorning, stay a while.
You have made a day worth fighting for,
Just by being part of it.