Simple beauty.

Poetry is simply beautiful.

It can express infinite amounts of emotion;

but at the same time, hold back so much information.

Some are inspired by it;

while others simply find it confusing.

But what keeps me up all night long; is the possibility that a s****y internet writer

could possibly be as good or even better than someone

who has spent their days studying the concepts of perfectly combining 26 letters

into one single masterpiece.

Someone with only a dictionary, a pen, some paper & and depressingly interesting life

could possibly capture the attention of an audience with one single writing; 

better than someone with years and years of practice.

This thought is the single reason why my insomnia worsened. 

Author's Note

thoughts?