I'm sorry, little lightning bug, that I watch you fly around the monitor and land on tissues in their box. I'm sorry that I won't capture you and free you outside in the new morning, but I've never touched a lightning bug and I don't want to try. Recently, I've heard a lot of people say that insects are mindless, but I think that right now you're watching me and wondering why I'm only watching you, and I'm sorry.
I'm too keen on typing and sensing myself become more imbued with romance and... I think I should sleep.