I want to keep them out. I put my hands on my comforter and put it over my head. I want them to stop. All day, everyday. My head hurts as they massage it. Closer and closer they come. I quickly reach out into the open. In my nightstand is my defense. I grab my notebook and No 2 as fast as creation.   I write to keep my thoughts at bay. Putting the pen to the pad is like therapy without the bill. Ideas burst through me and writing organizes it. I write poems, short stories and love notes. My style ranges from up to down, on and off. I writing like i don't care, but really do care. I want to write urban fiction, but I'm stuck doing essays. I can only take my head from under the cover when i published. I can only breathe, when i achieve something. I write to release. I release on paper. Writing is rehabilitation.