Such a strange time of day. Not night anymore but still not quite morning. Insomnia takes hold at times. Nothing helps. Nothing pulls its tight grip from my ever-thinking brain. Do life thoughts become more meaningful at 3am? Do artist become more artistic or creatives create more? Are we more prone to not sleeping? Or thinking more deeply?
So much randomness makes a home here. Body so still and wishing for sleep but, a head racing a thousand miles a minute. A conversation of cognitive dissonance between body and mind. A blessing and a curse this over active soul of mine.