Writing

My eyes enlarge as I see a glorious tally of viewers. I jump with glee as my body tingles with inspiration. My world blurs as I focus on one thing, my art, the words, and my life. Sounds of R&B diminish around me as my mind tunes it out, focused on one thing; the words my passion -my sanity. My eyes begin to droop as the clock strikes 1. I hear my mother yelling for me to sleep but all awareness of what happens around me dies. The world darkens but I don't even flinch, just let my hand roam over the keys.

My mind screams words out, grouping together words like a puzzle. An onslaught of imagination brews inside my head warning me of a coming word tsunami. I take in a deep breath knowing that this is what I love to do, nothing can stop me.
Apart from sleep; the clock strikes three as I see the viewer tally climbing.
I call it a night and stop writing; still as I sleep my mind doesn't rest, a turmoil of ideas still alive. I smile in my sleep, knowing a day will come when I can write it all down. Let people see characters come alive in there minds, and feel the same way I do when I write.

Joy, happiness and accomplishment; If I don't have watchers, I have no foundation in knowing my work is alive in hearts everywhere.
As I write this now, I think, 'what would I do without deviantart, what would I do without watchers?'.