Believe Me!

Almost, every night, exactly after midnight, I start to write, and I continue writing until sunrise. Then I sleep for some hours and wake up and review my passage , poem, story which I wrote last night. But, you know after sunrise they don't make sense at all! they belong to dark night, so I throw out all of them. Maybe it is better that I make a fire and burn them in it like an intellectual person! What do you think?the cold weather is in the way.