insomnia

13 oct 2004

Music is the only sound floating through the darkness.
"Ive been such a fool , but i played it so cool.No more pain, no more taint..."
The itching in my head is expanding.Concepts and possibilities are everywhere.Feelings are taking on less importance and weight is dropping from my being.Thoughts becomes crystal clear in the still of the night.

I cant sleep tonight. i cant sleep most nights.There are too many things i want to do , and i cant stop thinking about them.I cant seem to shut myself up.

How can i sleep when i know people are doing things right now?Working on a construction site,installing pipes,guards doing their patrols,Kids from the other side of the globe playing football.A husband,father just got back from work who cant wait to tell his family about this promotion.You name it..

Things that are creative , helpful-changing the world for the better ,adding or depositing to the overdrawn bank account of the human spirit.
But most importantly some people are skateboarding right now,in the middle of the night,while i sit on the roof staring at the stars.

Those who tap the energy needed to skateboard at night will be rewarded with extrasensory sensations that come with an open mind and limited light.The thrill and purity of purpose is undiluted.

Sometimes not sleeping isn't so bad.Nothing ever seems the same in the morning.

-excerpt from my journal
14th of October 1999