I'm here
here on my own again,
just me
at half past three.
With all my thoughts,
It's all for naught.
I
I can create
The most amazing things to date
But why so late?
Why can't i just
Goto sleep.
The rest will keep
Until I wake,
For goodness sake.
Just sleep
Restfull and deep.
Unplug
.
I sleep like two logs - low anxiety, low industry level daily. At 72 and rerired, no tons of human input. I turn off all electronic devices, radio and tv and listen to classical music for a week (Recirds LPs. Something soothing, your old album collection (cd's). Unplug. I fast iccasionally too. Flick the mental switch and think in detail of pleasant memories/events. Read humorous literature. Laughter is the best medicine! Go to the library or a museum. Chill, fill mind with spomething calming. Insomniatude is inevitable, but flick the switch in your mind and control ideation. I have a 4am poem - I empathize.
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Excellent write on a comman human occurrence.
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~A~
A mind without purpose will wander in dark places
You are not wrong, we all do need to switch it all off and relax, slow the pace and just listen to somthing soothing...
But somtimes
just sometimes
In the darkest of dark places
we can find somthing
truly brilliant :)
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
Love your title
..and sympathize with your peril.
I find myself this way, sometimes. I often have to work myself through it, finishing a piece of art or a home repair project at the oddest hour, to reset. Then I spend extra time outside the next day. Seems to recalibrate me, some.
Good write; the insomnia isn't showing.
I totally understand
I get it mainly between jobs, in the lull, when my body isn't tired from hard graft so yeah I try to expand on the more artistic side in these times. I don't suffer from it massively nor regulary unlike some poor souls, it's like inverted life, you get up at 05:00 and work so without the work my body decides its staying awake until then to goto sleep instead ha!
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.