My Endeavor

I have set out on the favorite of all my endeavors. It's five a.m. and I haven't slept in over a day. I sit on the balcony of the place I've come to call home, and I have set a mission for myself. I will write until the day starts. I will not stop typing, strumming, writing, or singing. Even if I am writing about nothing I will write a sonnet, about nothing. I won't stop. I need to know that I have the strength to persevere through something. That I can set a goal for myself and achieve it. The word independence is scrawled across my foot in borrowed ink, but I want to own it... I will not stop writing.