After Midnight

There is a space

I hold for you

While

Simultaneously

I pray

You don't fill it

The Death of Prose

 More specifically, The Prose.

All my years of writing, lost because I can't/won't pay $1.99/month to access it.

It's actually crazy, to not be able to access my own writing unless I pay for it.

I know, I know, I shouldn't have written it straight into the App.

But it felt so safe.

So natural.

Maybe, I can ask someone else who is paying, to screenshot all my writing, and send it back to me.

Yeah, maybe that.

But, either way.

It's the end of an era.

And, I will mourn.