Midnight Writer

I am the midnight writer. All day I spend dreaming on what I shall write of each night. Thoughts and ideas pour from every inch of my mind, but I am a choosy dreamer. My rule should never be broken; Without a title, I cannot write. Titles will come to me from every dusty corner of my mind that I turn to represent my thoughts, or my present situations; Cliff Dweller, Broken Solitary, Threadbare, Shelved. Without the title, there is no writing. My thoughts will remain locked away until my soul gives in and produces the title. Its not that I do not allow myself to write freely, it is that I am a dream trader-the freedom of each idea and thought must be bought at a price, a simple price at that; the Title. It would be impossible to empty my mind of every idea i posses without reaking havoc upon everything I am known to. I'm a confusing girl; my thoughts are never in order, I dont understand myself most of the time, and there is a constant battle fighting in my head. I am a walking contradiction, which is precisely the reason why I musn't let my mind involve anyone else. My mind would not be the only thing at war with me; everyone I know would also. Depending upon my mood, the mood of others around me, and the moods of the day my thoughts will change, as does with everyone, but I feel maybe it is more than just that. People often times say that they listen to music according to their mood, but I am the opposite- My music is what sets my mood. I could watch a movie and think it very agreeable, until someone negatively comments. At that point the movie is gone to me in a positive light. My moods are so easily shaped by what is around me. I've been exposed to much, been on both sides of many conflicts that it is almost impossible for me to decide upon the slightest things. Therefore, without any further explanations, my thoughts are to remain shut up, waiting for the title, as I wait every day...and I will continue to be the Midnight Writer