I recently purchased a book named "I Can't Sleep".

This is a journal for passing the time when insomnia strikes and my brain is circling in on itself,
cannibalizing the trivialities of the day and exaggerating the ticking of the clock
reminding me that every minute spent awake is another minute closer to when I will have to get up,
though many of the great artists and sages were insomniacs and that is part of how they got so much done,
so if I cannot sleep I might as well write and channel my misery into something productive,
sounds good right!

Well, I wrote this yesterday.

Although it is 5am
My soul strikes 3.
My PC is right near the window
I hear the birds chirping outside
They make me smile
I so wish I could fly
Right out of my Mind...

Just random thoughts of one sleep deprived woman.
61-65, F
Aug 20, 2014